"Which are you?" Leila took in a deep breath, trying to keep herself still and not speculate. She'd been in this situation before, except when it came to a male form and an age old European witch with long hair and young skin, under the charge of Simon de Belleme and his black magic. Nasir as a young fool had willingly let himself be possessed. Even now, she was in no position to be taken over by any kind of magic. Leila stepped back looking for an escape route.