Jo watched with rapt attention. Her sheer determination to be useful at at least one thing outweighing any other thought she might've had towards the chanting. It helped, too, that she had witnessed some tribal magic before. Not much, certainly not enough to remember the process, but enough to not resemble the typical shocked English woman.

The sign he made with his hands would be impossible to replicate with her missing fingers. One hand could work, though, provided it wasn't that same arm that had injury. "Fascinating," she said softly as the cut sewed itself shut. Yes, that would prove itself useful eventually. "Can you repeat the chant, slowly? I think I misheard some of the words." The language was foreign to her, so she would likely need it repeated at least once or twice more. "And the symbol, it goes like this?" She mimicked what she thought was the symbol he made with her left hand, her useless one remaining gloved and resting on her leg.