Giselle dispelled the shield spell on her right middle finger so she could practice the spell on herself. She repeated the guesture Giselle showed her, hoping it would work. Removing her gesturing finger, she poked the wall lightly under the tapestry, a hole forming where she put pressure. It didn't work. "Oh, I think I goofed... hang on..." She repeated the gesture again, mentally cursing herself for her silly mistake. After a second attempt, she pushed her finger into the wall again, another hole forming. "Wow, I'm horrible at this... hang on..."<br/><br/>She tried six or seven more times, all with similar results. Each time she tried, her confidence in her ability to do it diminished. "Damnit..." She swore, having all but lost faith.<em>'For magic to work, you have to believe it will work.'</em>Giselle's words rang in Emma's head. Believe it WILL work, not hope it might. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, okay, I got it this time. This time, it's gonna work." She retraced the gesture over her finger and spoke the words, and this time, when she pressed her finger to the wall, there was no hole. The spell worked. "Did it! Ha! Well, what do you know!?" She smiled at her handiwork, then gave a great yawn. "And now I'm ready for bed... holy crap that drained me..." She moved the tapestry over the holes in the wall, hoping no one would notice. "Thank you, Giselle, for helping me, and believing I can do it. If... you don't mind... do you think you could teach me more? Nothing too powerful but... maybe something along the lines of a healing spell... or something? I want to make the most of this opportunity... after all, who knows when we'll meet again when this is over." She hugged Giselle again in thanks and started re-filling the bathtub to take her bath.<br/><br/>"Going to have a quick bath before bed, so if you're tired, don't wait up for me." She unclasped her bra from behind her with ease, not having to worry about snapping the clasp in half with her claws dulled, and pulled her panties down, putting them on the toilet for later use. Retrieving a fresh towel, she slipped into the rising water and sighed, the warmth of the liquid soothing her aching muscles.<br/><br/>Being a Revenant, she had a few things that set her square above any other human on the food chain. 'Fringe benefits' Jake had called them for joining 'the club', whatever that meant. She was a marvel of muscle, able to carry and lift things up to three times her own weight (Which, considering she was a hundred a ten pounds, that was quite a load.), could throw something of equal weight a whopping sixty feet if she wasn't trying, and was faster to boot. There were others, he had mentioned, the most noticeable one being is, medically speaking, she was dead. Her heart didn't beat, yet blood flowed through her veins, her lungs didn't breathe, yet air could still fill them; and most interesting of all, all oil factories of her body stopped. She smelt like nothing, no longer sweated, and didn't really have to worry about bathing. It was just one of those things she did out of an old habit, and it made her feel better.<br/><br/>As a person, Emma's body was rather lithe and thin, but her chest was fairly large, almost impossibly so, for her frame, her breasts falling at a heavy C cup, just about a D. Her pubic hairs were shaved, an action happening before her infection, Jake had mentioned something about 'Necrotic Photography', about how the body remembers how it looked when it dies, and strives to retain that.<br/><br/>Leaning her head back, she sighed in relief, happy to have a nice, warm, soothing bath.