'Was there anything else? More than this fight?' I urge her, mentally taking note that I get to face him in one week instead of the charity fight weeks away.
'I'm sorry, No. I got so excited at being in there and seeing it that I broke my own trance by mistake.' Her face flushes with heat and embarrassment.
'You did really well; with guidance you would be amazing at this. You're a natural.' I rarely praise anyone but deep down I know this one has promise in my long lifetime of disappointment. Her mother's daughter after all, and a possible companion with real gifts and usefulness..
'So is that it? You leave, now you have what you want?' Deborah's snooty tone is back, full mama bear mode. Not that I blame her. She doesn't want me influencing her adopted child any more than I have or giving her weird ideas. She doesn't want the child to change or be dazzled away by a powerful witch offering her insight to who she is.