"You--you do?" Most people she's encountered at home treated her like a pariah. Which was understandable, skinwalking was the darkest medicine the Navajo people had. It took Ajei a long time to get someone to agree to do it and even then, it was to be kept an absolute secret. "No, no, you're fine," Dezba says hurriedly and blushes. "It's the prophecy. I wasn't growing strong enough on my own."

She can lift something the size of a coffee can with her mind, she has spells to cause illusions, and she's stronger, faster, more durable than a baseline human. But Ajei feared it wouldn't be enough. "...it does. Though, sometimes I feel guilty. My--my foster mother. It cost her a lot of money and that was something we couldn't spare."