Once she was ready, Clyde began to exude a small bit of res from his left hand with a impulse, forming a ball the size of his fist, and floating it up to chest height in front of him. It glistened in the light of the torches, bright silver and ethereal. He sent a thought at the ball, and the outside layer of it turned to flame, sending out its own light. He held the blade over its flickering heat, warming up the blade. "I need to heat it up, to make it safe before I cut you, or else it might get infected." Clyde held it there till the blade grew red hot, and then moved away the blade, waving it in the air to cool it down. he also cut off the flow of res to the flame, and let the flames die down until finally they went out. After a few chimes, it had cooled enough to use it on Amelia. He brought it down to her hands, and in turn slid it lightly across the surface of her palms. One, and then the other. He did it carefully, slowly sliding it across, so that he did not accidentally cut too deep. As he did, a steady dribble of blood flowed out of the wounds. Clyde stood over her, and began to exude his res, out of his mouth, each exhale heavy in res, and a steady flow out of his hands. The larger mass of res from his mouth moved down to Amelia's face, to her mouth and nose. The streams coming out of his hands moved to Amelia's palm cuts. With a push forward of his mind, his res rushed in, entering her blood through her hands, her mouth, her nostrils, flowing up and into and down it. He concentrated fully upon his task, focusing on his res, feeling the part of himself inside of Amelia, flowing in deeper, exuding more res and pushing in more. He kept on flowing it in, no matter what she did. If she fought it, tried to force it out. He kept going, for once he began, he would not, perhaps could not, stop. Down her veins, up her arms and down her throat and into her chest and lungs and body. Till he felt a nodule deep within her, within her body, within her djed, within perhaps her very soul, and felt it be soaked in his res, felt it awaken and sputter and spark to life with a glow of res. He began to pull the res back out, slowly flowing it back the way it had come, retracing its route. It would hurt just as much as it had on the way in, as it did now on the way out. Finally, after what had really been chimes, but likely felt like bells, all of the res was out, the last wisps flowing from her open mouth as she would likely begin to cough and splutter, sucking in fresh air. He reabsorbed his res, sucking it all back into his body, much of it gone now, soaked into her flesh and a part of her, used in awakening her Reimancy, some of it simply decayed and gone. He went over to get the bandages feeling weak, not from res usage, but simply from the amount of complete concentration he had been required to hold the entire time. For a stray thought, a stray impulse during the initiation, would have killed Amelia. He took the bandages, and wrapped them around her hands, clean side down, going around once, twice, covering the wounds, covering her entire palms, a line of red in the middle of it soaking into the bandage from her cuts. He wrapped it around more times, until the stain of blood was all but unseen. "It is done Amelia. You need to rest now, at least for a few days. Once you are feeling better, I will help you to a spare room, were you can rest and get some sleep. No magic, at least until 3 days from now at the soonest, and after that only one or two small spells a day until we meet again to begin your training in Reimancy." |