(What is an early witch?)

Devika sighed softly, running a hand through her wild black curls. She wasn't sure that she was being hunted at all. Perhaps she'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was nothing after her now, was there?

Was there?

She was ready to refuse Vance, but she even with her bracelet on and her blocks up, she could still see how worried he was. He thought there was a problem, and he certainly knew more magic than she did. "...alright, alright. You can teach me something simple, I guess. I just don't want you wasting your time."