Using a finger by her head in a swirling motion to demonstrate: "The one with the curly hair."
Right. What else could possibly be useful in a place like this, where the only thing that was predictable was underlying menace lurking beneath the surface of every dead-eyed 'resident' in Marrowood. Gretel sighed, leaning back in the chair.
"Healing incantations, love spells, fertility potions, rituals that promote bountiful harvests, even one to communicate with birds." She shook her head. "White witches where I come from refused magic that could ever bring harm, so the protection spells are our best bet."