"Interesting." Harth replied. "Not exactly something I understand well either."

A lie, but a harmless one. She'd have to find that out on her own.

He finished the alter, drawing on the floor with some ash. He finished, reaching over to Haku's forehead to mark her with the ash as well. Finishing, he began reciting the spell. Visually, nothing happened at first, before the herbs dissolved and started mixing together in the air, a shiny smog lifting from it and seemingly at Harth's command, moving into Haku's nose, mouth and ears, even her eyes. It would constrict her throat as it fell down, every particle melding with her machinery, starting to morph it into something else.