[As soon as Nehan stops the spell, the blood still flowing from the wound sublimates into so much glitter. Illarion keeps his arm extended for the moment, head canted a little to one side. The effort that went into that is obvious even to a blind man, but he hasn't worked out yet how to verbally appreciate it without seeming crass or patronizing.
So maybe he doesn't, at all, and simply tries to be a more compliant subject.]
Well enough. Will you need more than that?
[Another vial would hardly be unsafe for him to give. He's not even sure what his limit might be (and considers, fleetingly, that it might be fun to find out).]
no subject
So maybe he doesn't, at all, and simply tries to be a more compliant subject.]
Well enough. Will you need more than that?
[Another vial would hardly be unsafe for him to give. He's not even sure what his limit might be (and considers, fleetingly, that it might be fun to find out).]