The light shone on Jasmine sitting in Eunice’s chair, which had been fully restored somehow. She rocked back and forth with her arms draped over the rests as she surveyed Kayla with eyes that weren’t her own. “Jasmine?” Kayla asked. “Oh, I’m just borrowing my great-granddaughter for a spell. It’s easier to do with kin.”
Yea nbd I borrow my kin all the time
