human
Tinasha:  “What do you think you are, some lunatic from the Dark Age?” Tinasha’s mocking retort seemed casual enough, but her eyes betrayed something darker than the desire to kill. Peering into them was to stare into an abyss that ran deeper than Tinasha herself.
gpt
Oscar:  Sensing a moment of opportunity, Oscar said, “Tinasha, trade places with me. I don’t know how to hold a kid.”
human
Tinasha:  “You seem to be managing. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Trade with me. I’ll take over for you,” insisted the prince, patting the witch’s head with his free hand. The warmth from his hand slowly spread through Tinasha, and she reluctantly received the young girl from him. She cradled the child against her shoulder. As she held the sleeping kid, the witch suddenly appeared very kind, not unlike a regular person.