"Pretty much," Gretel responded with a nod. She pocketed the iron ore and the light that swirled over her skin began to dissolve back into it.
"But it's something. I have yet to convince Hansel to throw something dangerous at me, so I'm not sure how much it can take, but I'm optimistic." It was from her mother's book, after all- supposedly the most powerful witch of the time. Even Muriel and her hag-hoard had been too cautious to take her on when she knew they were coming.