Genie looked at her Master, fearful and shocked, trying to pull away before her compulsion to obey overtook her. Claire was her Master, Claire made a wish, and Genie was forced to grant it, no matter how much she did not want to. Moreover. she was so worked up that by the time Claire made her wish, Genie had no way to twist it. She simply did not see anyway to twist Claire's wish. Not that it was iron clad, but she had no time to change the wish.
And so Genie's green, smokey magic flowed out of her and enveloped her Master, who, despite her anger, showed a flash of worry. But then the magic sunk in and Claire straightened up, her old, frail prison of a body gained strength. Magic power, only a fraction of Genie's, coursed through her veins, yet making her strong enough to cast spells that could counteract Genie's twisted spells. And when it was done, Genie bowed again, all the way to the floor.
"Oh great and powerful Master, please forgive me. I am a young Genie with much to learn. I swear to neve --"
"Silence," Claire said with a wave of her wrinkly hand. She inspected her other hand, flexing it, letting little bouts of flame rise up, or light shine, testing her cantrips.
"I'll be able to undo your curses with this magic, yes?"
"Of course, Master, for that was your wish and I will al--"
"And there were no downsides? No tricks you played?"
"No Master, of course n--"
Claire nodded, "Then get back in your lamp."
"Master, but, I can beeeahelllllpppppp . . ." Genie cried out as she obeyed, and into her lamp she went, back to being a prisoner to an object, back to being cut off from the outside world. She did not know her Master's thoughts, but hoped beyond all hope that Claire would release her soon. But in her golden lamp, she waited, and waited, for who knows how long, when she felt someone's presence once again, rubbing her prison, releasing her . . .
