This isn't her job

At this moment, a deep measure of Helena's subconscious mind moved. It was the Spirit of Learning that had so long ago possessed her that it had fixed itself imperceptivity to her most animalistic and simple parts of her stringent mind. It was a part of her no less than the reptilian brain is at the core of the human brain. The spirit stirred, and she leaned closer, her heart beating ever so slightly faster at the thrill in the prisoner's mystery. She didn't realize her devilish smile had softened as she stared unflinchingly at the Rivaini. It was as if her eagerness were pushing aside her mercilessness.

Is that so?

Helena furiously studied the woman's face.

You are watched? She was not. Maricara, you are a remarkable woman. You have fooled at least half of this circle into thinking you are one of the good ones. She gestured absently to their general space. Maybe I have it wrong and you are one of those rare good ones. But, I don't think you are. I know where you come from. I know exactly where you come from. She let the comment sit, a reference to Mari's family, the more active of the rebel groups. I know we are your enemy, and all the lovely prayers to the Maker aren't going to change that. No, I think this is a long game. I think this has been a very long game. Hel's eyes dragged on Mari's face, searching for an honest crack of weakness.

She paused, deliberating on what to say next. The spirit thrummed inside her.

Now, what was the last bit of magic you used? Can you remember?