Rose listens to my story intently. Perhaps, as a witch, she finds the project of restoring Fluffster’s memory fascinating?
“You have to be careful when it comes to Yaga,” she says when I finish. “Like I told you, witches can be dangerous, and this goes doubly so for her.”
“Well,” I say, a sudden burst of hope lighting a bulb of an idea over my head. “Do you think you might be able to restore my domovoi’s memory?” I take a gulp of my coffee. “I wouldn’t need to see her if you could.”
“Sadly, no,” Rose says, her heavily mascaraed blue eyes downcast. “My specialty is power manipulations. If you wanted me to make your domovoi stronger for some time, or better protected, I’d be able to oblige, but what you’re looking for is Baba Yaga’s purview.” She looks thoughtful for a second, then says,
