[ More and more of their light poured forth till the glow receded from her skin to burn brightest at her palms, the blue as cool as the morning mist. She would be weary in the morning, ache to the core of her bones, the migraine would be massive. Galadriel wasn't bleeding out, wasn't gutted or crushed but she'd been cut down all the same. Whatever left her weaker than when they'd met at Haven worried Compassion enough to earn her that focus. That intent. Perhaps it was the song that called to them, perhaps it was the light. It did not matter so long as they could see it mended but this ache was deep and the weariness beyond anything they'd seen before.
Another mage burned out from too much casting, perhaps, but even that did not leave them so weak. But they could mend it. They would mend it till there was nothing left of either of them-
No, that wasn't
That wouldn't-
Adelaide pulled her hands away as the glow faded, shaking herself free of Compassion's desperation. Galadriel would be well. She was recovering if not entirely mended. There was no crisis. They had been called, they did as they ought, nothing more was required of them. Adelaide settled on her knees beside Galadriel, hands resting on the arm of the chair where she sat. Skirts swirled around her legs, hair tangled from the rush over, she sagged for the moment it took to come back to herself. To shake off the spirit's fears. Soothing Compassion was a strange thing, often it was the other way around.
A moment, perhaps more, and she was alone in her skin. That had been-
Too much. Too close. But why? ]
If you need to learn- if you are able to learn? [ She combed her fingers through her hair, moving it away from her face to look up at Galadriel. ] I will teach you what I can.
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Another mage burned out from too much casting, perhaps, but even that did not leave them so weak. But they could mend it. They would mend it till there was nothing left of either of them-
No, that wasn't
That wouldn't-
Adelaide pulled her hands away as the glow faded, shaking herself free of Compassion's desperation. Galadriel would be well. She was recovering if not entirely mended. There was no crisis. They had been called, they did as they ought, nothing more was required of them. Adelaide settled on her knees beside Galadriel, hands resting on the arm of the chair where she sat. Skirts swirled around her legs, hair tangled from the rush over, she sagged for the moment it took to come back to herself. To shake off the spirit's fears. Soothing Compassion was a strange thing, often it was the other way around.
A moment, perhaps more, and she was alone in her skin. That had been-
Too much. Too close. But why? ]
If you need to learn- if you are able to learn? [ She combed her fingers through her hair, moving it away from her face to look up at Galadriel. ] I will teach you what I can.