"From what I have learned in my life Henry, most do not care about others. That makes you special. Although... I could just be jaded from my past." The corners of her mouth turned up just a tad.
She sat down on the floor in the room of the building that he had led her too. Opening up her bag she took out her mortar and pestle and started to crush assorted herbs into it. Once that was through she pulled out a finger stick and pricked her finger. To quicken the spell it would take three drops of blood. Not looking up from her preparations she was afraid that he would be put off by the sight of her blood. To her she was so used to it that it did not mean anything to her.
After the spell ingredients were ready she started to speak in a different tongue. In the language of her people. She drew upon the ley line.
"Lússë i morë hwesta súya ar Qualmëo huinë ëa yontalta ar ilya calar autar, Túla asëa. Túla asëa. Cuina an i firnalë massë arano caitala."
Taking out a redwood disk from her bag she put it into the mixture. After she did that she set it to the side to dry. "If this amulet grows red that means that the spell has been broken some how. Would you like to test to see if the spell is working? Try to hit me." She was confident in her magic and she wondered if he trusted her enough to try.