[At first she gasps as its bent. Then she watches closely, narrowing her eyes and waiting for something when he bends it further.

Nothing.

She shakes her head.]

I still don't want the Malnosso to get a hold of them. It's like in those books, where they take some of your hair or something and then use it to make you a puppet. Then they make an army of people to do their bidding like that.