[ without the deeper link of a bond, all she can do is place her hand gently against his head and push some of her magic through the contact. It disperses gently, like morning mist, almost like spiritual energy without being as familiar.
she chants under her breath for a moment, keeping the contact; a minor enchantment to relax and soothe the body under stress. it's little spells like this that she takes to best, ones that she used to wish she could manage at home. ]
Would you like to come and sit with your father and I? Or your uncle?
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she chants under her breath for a moment, keeping the contact; a minor enchantment to relax and soothe the body under stress. it's little spells like this that she takes to best, ones that she used to wish she could manage at home. ]
Would you like to come and sit with your father and I? Or your uncle?