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He'd come to visit yesterday. She was glad for it, of course, but still a little annoyed. Jezebel didn't want company while she was sick and miserable and weak, but she didn't want to be alone. It was very annoying, contradicting herself like that. Jezebel also hated being in pain, which Pilot had mostly fixed for her.

The child was on her bed today, practicing with her wand. She'd put one of her pillows at the foot of the bed and was trying to lift it with the wand's magic. It took a lot of energy and concentration to do anything with the wand at all, and when she was busy trying to not be angry about Pilot visiting or her body hurting, the girl didn't have enough concentration to use the item's magic.

Jezebel pouted a bit, annoyed at her own inability. “Wooooork.” she whined at it, pointing the wand at the pillow once more, “Woooooooork. Pleaaaaaaase.”

The crystal glowed a little but didn't do much beyond that. “Come oooooooon. I need to praaaaactice.” the brunette told it, holding the wand with both hands in her lap, hoping to steady herself a little. “You worked yesterday when I was barely concentrating.” she pointed out.

Jezebel sighed, trying to clear her head. She wanted to move that pillow. Make it lift off the bed, make it come to her, SOMETHING! It was that point she realized she wasn't exactly being very specific and that might be hurting her. Before, she'd always wanted to do something with it – shut the door on her mother, shut the door to show Pilot how the power worked, make the wand glow, but she'd always had an intent. Today she'd just been trying to do ANYTHING at all and it was tripping her up.

The brunette though for a while, leaning back and pointing at the pillow. It wasn't too far from her, set so she could reach and grab it if need be. Carefully, she pushed with the her mind, willing the magic of the wand to nudge the pillow to the end of the bed. Blue eyes squinted as a sparkly stream shot from the wand, pushing the pillow a bit before going dead.

“No, I need more than that.” she told the want and with a resigned sigh tried again, this time furrowing her brows – somewhat painfully due to the jewels forming there – and trying to keep pushing the sparkles till the pillow hit the back of her bed with a decided “wump”

The girl smiled a bit, nodding her head. “Very good.” she told the wand, putting it down in her lap and leaning back on the bed. It took a lot out of her trying any of this. Hopefully this whole using magic thing got easier, because despite what Pilot said about natural aptitude, it was seriously hard for Jezebel to do any of this.

After laying still for a few moments, Jezebel sat back up to try again. No pain, no gain, right? This time, she tried to pull the pillow back to her. It'd require a lot more since pushing energy out was one thing but to pull something would take a lot more. Luckily, pillows are not known for their weight and inertia.

She pointed the wand and at first succeeded only in pushing the pillow into the backboard more, leaving a dent in the pillow while she pushed. “Come ooooon. Come heeeeere.” she said, leaning back to try and pull more.

Her arms ached, and after half an hour, she still hadn't succeeded in making the pillow move back to her. She was tired and out of breath and frustrated. Why was this so damn hard?

Kerrigan smiled as she brought in the child's lunch. “Making any progress?”

“No. The stupid pillow won't come back to me.” Jezebel told her with a grouchy voice.

“Oh? Why not?”

The brunette gave her mother an exasperated look, “If I knew, don't you think I'd have tried to fix the problem before?”

“Well how are you holding the wand?” Kerrigan asked with a smirk, already knowing kind of what Jezebel's problem was.

“Like this.” the child held out her wand with both hands, carefully.

“That's your problem.”

“Whaaaaaaat?”

“Figure it out.” the pink haired woman told her daughter, exiting the room to go back to reading.

About twenty minutes later, a loud voice was heard from the next room. “I HATE YOU MOM. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I HAD TO MOVE IT TO MAKE DIFFERENT THINGS HAPPEN?”