[ Hmmm. He squints at Claude, as much as he trusts his friend's judgement he's not exactly sure this is going to work. After a few seconds of blinking at Claude's hand, he takes it with both of his own hands, turning it over so the burn is facing up - hoping the contact will help.
He frowns and closes his eyes - trying to do as Claude instructs. But when he 'reaches' out, all he feels are the threads and currents of space around them, as he would naturally seek when he's preparing to open the Gray Space.
His frown deepens. ]
... do you feel anything? [ There's (hopeful) doubt in his tone. He's pretty sure nothing is happening.
The Ushman who worked in the infirmary was one of the few who knew healing spells. It wasn't something that was taught to the ushiri'im. He never really questioned it back then. What they did sometimes do was bear the wound for another. Sometimes Kahlil remembers doing this for an ushvun - ]
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He frowns and closes his eyes - trying to do as Claude instructs. But when he 'reaches' out, all he feels are the threads and currents of space around them, as he would naturally seek when he's preparing to open the Gray Space.
His frown deepens. ]
... do you feel anything? [ There's (hopeful) doubt in his tone. He's pretty sure nothing is happening.
The Ushman who worked in the infirmary was one of the few who knew healing spells. It wasn't something that was taught to the ushiri'im. He never really questioned it back then. What they did sometimes do was bear the wound for another. Sometimes Kahlil remembers doing this for an ushvun - ]