She wobbled as his legs moved, swaying from side to side and clenching a hand in the couch as she fought to keep her balance. "Stop!" Looking at him with a scowl, she huffed. "Fine. Ah'll do it."
Pushing Zeph gently to the floor, she held her hands up, closing her eyes. Clearing her throat, she began to run her hands over herself. Her palms ghosted over her hair and face, running over her body as she poured out an endless stream of Hebrew. After a few moments, her eyes opened, focusing on her hands. They were still white, but her nails were bright green. Gasping, she glanced at him. "Did...did anything change?" Her skin hadn't changed at all, but her hair was the same brilliant shade of green as her nails.