[Alice nods in response to his confirmation of the silence, and she doesn't hesitate in preparing for the cleansing ritual. Zack's right--any dawdling can be the difference between success and being interrupted. There's no feasible way that the entirety of this nest of Shades consists of only three creatures.
She kneels in the middle of the small clearing they're in, setting her hands flat onto the ground and closing her eyes to concentrate on her magic as she pushes it out of herself and into the infected earth below them. It's similar in practice to cleansing the Cwyldheart, although on a much smaller and less traumatic scale, so the process isn't anything new or unusual for her.
It does, however, leave her vulnerable to attack. If it weren't for Zack's presence, she'd be anxious about that. Luckily, her partner is trustworthy, and she is therefore free to ignore the way in which some of the underbrush begins to shuffle.]
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She kneels in the middle of the small clearing they're in, setting her hands flat onto the ground and closing her eyes to concentrate on her magic as she pushes it out of herself and into the infected earth below them. It's similar in practice to cleansing the Cwyldheart, although on a much smaller and less traumatic scale, so the process isn't anything new or unusual for her.
It does, however, leave her vulnerable to attack. If it weren't for Zack's presence, she'd be anxious about that. Luckily, her partner is trustworthy, and she is therefore free to ignore the way in which some of the underbrush begins to shuffle.]