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It was not exact. It was Annoying. But useful enough.
He tapped one finger once against the chair arm. The problem circled back to the same point.
How would he do it? Not whether. But How!
Leaf was tiny enough that a normal turning process must have felt ridiculous.
She was only six to eight inches tall, a little forest spirit girl more suited to sitting on leaves and playing in the first green patch of the Void Land than to anything involving bloodline conversion. She could not speak properly either, at least not in any way the rest of the house would call speech. She made sounds, gestures, feelings, small little bursts of intention that were more emotion than language.
That was the problem.
Or so Sekhmet thought at first.
