Jaenelle's frown deepened as Cathy explained, her eyes losing a good deal of warmth. Her sapphire stare was intense, not looking at Cathy, but into her. When she spoke, it was with the slow rumble of thunder, a voice like midnight.
"Who?" It was no longer Jaenelle speaking with Cathy, but Witch. Her eyes were ancient, face revealing an exotic beauty even as the mask of humanity slipped. She was still Jaenelle, always Jaenelle, but for that brief moment, it was Witch that burned through her.
"I can help," she said. A blink, and she was just Jaenelle again, a girl on the cusp of womanhood, concerned for a friend. "I can try. A few tangled webs, to keep your dreams safe, to trace back the one is responsible, or even to turn the spell back on them, if Craft -- if the magic permits it."