[She follows him into the living room. Her books are set quietly on a table, and then she slips off her bomber jacket. Once he's seated, she walks over and crouches in front of him. She flicks her eyes up to his.]
I hope this works.
[Her fingers are cool when they settle against the shoe print. She can feel the pain, the smell surrounds her. Brigid pushes it out of her conscious mind and concentrates.
It's not like accepting the pain from the cat. She remembers the terror and worry that the cat had felt around her. But Dilandau is different. Brigid furrows her brow and concentrates.]
St. Raphael, please guide my hand and my skills so that this works for him. I have no wish to smell anyone in pain... Great Healer guide my abilities.
[The prayer is silent as she stares at her fingers against his skin.]
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I hope this works.
[Her fingers are cool when they settle against the shoe print. She can feel the pain, the smell surrounds her. Brigid pushes it out of her conscious mind and concentrates.
It's not like accepting the pain from the cat. She remembers the terror and worry that the cat had felt around her. But Dilandau is different. Brigid furrows her brow and concentrates.]
St. Raphael, please guide my hand and my skills so that this works for him. I have no wish to smell anyone in pain... Great Healer guide my abilities.
[The prayer is silent as she stares at her fingers against his skin.]