[ It happens without warning, before Rhy can even respond.
Stephen's fingers touch his shoulder, and Rhy's magic reacts, striking like a viper as soon as the distance is closed. He doesn't know how he does it, or what it is.
Rhy only knows that one moment, he was drained and lightheaded and very likely about to faint-- and the next, the warmth of magic floods him, energy and vitality singing through his blood. The exhaustion seeps from his fogged mind, after a few moments restoring clarity. Not that it helps him understand. Not yet. ]
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Stephen's fingers touch his shoulder, and Rhy's magic reacts, striking like a viper as soon as the distance is closed. He doesn't know how he does it, or what it is.
Rhy only knows that one moment, he was drained and lightheaded and very likely about to faint-- and the next, the warmth of magic floods him, energy and vitality singing through his blood. The exhaustion seeps from his fogged mind, after a few moments restoring clarity. Not that it helps him understand. Not yet. ]