Luna's eyes which were now frighteningly cold turned to her mother whose lack of foresight in this situation was disappointing.
"Mother, do you think that somebody who covets the wealth of our family will stop? Uncles, are you of the same mind as my mother, do you doubt the abilities of that little shaman?
How many doctors, priests and other magic related individuals did we invite over and yet none of them provided a solution to my father's illness.
The only one that had an answer said it was a curse but he could not break it. The only one that has found things we all missed is her. If she is not the real deal, how did she know about the pillow? Where did she find the puppet doll which looked like my father? Isn't that evidence enough to prove that she is not a schemer?"
None of them could explain those things, there was no logic to all that Phoebe had done.
