Rachel frowned a bit at the description of the robots. That sounded like something out of a movie, and she would have said so if she wasn't here.
Not that she was really sure she was here, completely. Part of her wondered if when she'd taken the Focus into herself--when she'd lost Kisten--something inside her had been lost. Or that she'd actually died, and this was all a crazy dream.
She sat back, crossing her legs and brushing a stray curl from her face, not worrying about the bit of dirt and plant material it left smeared on forehead. She smiled a bit at the child's slightly lisping pronunciation. "I'd never take anything they couldn't spare," she said, completely serious. This wasn't a witch's garden, sure, but it also wasn't like Trent's, all show.
She cleared her throat awkardly at the mention of science. "I'm not really doing...science, exactly," she said, carefully. "I mean, some people might call it that, I guess? But I make..potions and charms, not...human medicine." Would that reveal what she was, in a place like this? Would it matter? She really couldn't tell. This didn't seem like the sort of place that would start a literal witch hunt, but considering how many people had died during the Turn just for daring to reveal their existence to try to save humans...Rachel wanted to believe better of people, or to not care if they weren't better, but she also couldn't know if any other witches might be here, hiding for good reason.
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Not that she was really sure she was here, completely. Part of her wondered if when she'd taken the Focus into herself--when she'd lost Kisten--something inside her had been lost. Or that she'd actually died, and this was all a crazy dream.
She sat back, crossing her legs and brushing a stray curl from her face, not worrying about the bit of dirt and plant material it left smeared on forehead. She smiled a bit at the child's slightly lisping pronunciation. "I'd never take anything they couldn't spare," she said, completely serious. This wasn't a witch's garden, sure, but it also wasn't like Trent's, all show.
She cleared her throat awkardly at the mention of science. "I'm not really doing...science, exactly," she said, carefully. "I mean, some people might call it that, I guess? But I make..potions and charms, not...human medicine." Would that reveal what she was, in a place like this? Would it matter? She really couldn't tell. This didn't seem like the sort of place that would start a literal witch hunt, but considering how many people had died during the Turn just for daring to reveal their existence to try to save humans...Rachel wanted to believe better of people, or to not care if they weren't better, but she also couldn't know if any other witches might be here, hiding for good reason.