Glaring at him, she scratched under Zeph's chin. "Fahne," she said, straightening up. "But if ya end up with...purple hair or somethin', s'not mah fault." Crawling towards him, she settled behind him sliding her fingers through his hair. Closing her eyes, she began to murmur a series of Hebrew words.
After a few moments, she pulled her hands back, looking down at his hair. It was a rich brown, and she honestly couldn't tell if it had been changed from its original color. Squinting, she pulled back, scooting away from him. "There," she said. "Looks like it was before."