We spent most of the day helping Mandrakes men set up camp, a lot of the time I was stopped and told that the men would handle it. I even started smacking hands if someone tried to take something from my hands. Eventually, I gave up and joined Cassie at the river, she had been signing when I got to her, playing with her hand in the water. I sat down as her hand circled in the water. Only realizing when she stopped that she had been laying with a small fish.
“Are you really a witch?” she asked not looking up at me
“I’m not a witch, sorry Cassie” She looked back down at the water, as her fingertips touched the water the fish returned.
“mommy used to tell people that she wasn’t a witch too. Was it because she was scared”
“what would a witch need to be scared of?”
“she said people would be scared of her, so it was a little lie to keep us safe” Cassie said playing with the fish again,