Rien saw Ina efficiently producing a feather and a tiny pouch from her bag. "Huh. You really are a Witch."
Ina strapped the Components for her spell together absentmindedly as she looked inquisitively at Rien. "Why would you doubt it?"
"My brother trusts you. I would have thought he would've tried to intimidate you into leaving the forest, lest you eat him. Or leave himself, failing that."
"He did." Ina cupped the feather and pouch in both her hands. "But he doesn't trust me."
"He does," said Cinna. Everyone turned to look at the cat. "At least more than his family, he does." The cat looked up at Medes, who fidgeted on a branch above them, anxious, distraught. "That's why we're asking you to try and calm him down."
Ina blew into her hands. Her Components glowed red, as if being burned, and were slowly consumed as she rose up into the air.