Willow

“Ugh, my hands and brain are killing me,” Morgause whined, adding another protection charm to the pile.

“We only have a few more to make,” Willow said.

“Are you sure you should be using so much magic before confronting Durga? Won’t you be worn out?”

Morgause’s bright blue eyes shimmered with concern.

“I’ll be fine. The charms aren’t that taxing and I am ready for this battle.”

“Will, I can finish the charms. Your injury ...