Could be worse

Aminah nursed the girl back to consciousness.
There were black markings on her face.
Then Aminah came back to the artifacts.
There was a weak connection between them.
Under her hands the connection grew stronger.
The magic started shaping itself into the mirror of what she saw in the nine.
Her eyes were burning as she looked at it. When she closed them, there were ornaments burned on her retinas as a tattoo.
For a few moments, she could see all her creation could do.
"Well done, my dear," a voice spoke in her mind, breaking her focus. "Very well."