Symon turned, looking at Waver as commanded, his eyes oddly in their fish form, pupils round and dark the brilliant blue of his iris filling of the entirety of his eye. The gaze was locked, his chest rising and falling in a strange quick tattoo.

But the gaze was broken as the spell hit him. Hit perhaps was not quite right, it wormed into him, sank into his bones, curling through his flesh, odd and foreign as it forced its way within him. His screwed shut and his hands reflexively sprang open, and as they did, a small shower of jewelry tumbled from his clawed hands, rings, slim necklaces, and even a bracelet. They were all covered in runes as well, but the symbols were slashed through, rendering them useless.

But despite the strangeness of the magic, it did its work and the strange grey marks pulled away, the burning in his gills receding. Symon relaxed, leaning back in clear relief, eyes fluttering shut.

"Thank you." He managed, after a moment.