[ There it is, one strand of energy reaching out to him from the tangle, called forth by Noctis without ever saying the number aloud. It connects with him, and he falls silent as the magic resonates effortlessly when not all attempting to barrage him at once. But of course it would, the magic of the crystal is his birthright, and she presumes this is a part of it as well; her own, what she's doing with him, supporting him, would not compare...
Surprisingly when not part of the whole, this sole signature seems more patient alone, as if compared to the rest of the tangled powered that remains, it's waited far longer. They are communing, him and this new power. She's relieved that it does not cause him pain, that this is something he may manage so long as she continues to support him quietly, giving him the focus and mental ease to listen to one and not all...
Time passes, and while he continues to meditate she shifts how she's seated across from him, one of her hands lifting from their joined ones to rest upon his shoulder; her hair falls forward as she dips her head. One hundred and eleven more to go, she thinks, as Noctis continues his conversation with his energy. It would be ideal to tether with all of these strands. The warmth this energy labeled as number two is warm and encouraging; she believes Noctis could use more of that, and this energy gives him just what he needs, in a message that only he might understand, in a way that connects with him completely... that she would never be able to replicate. She is glad he has this support from his power. It's wonderful, and even via the second-degree connection from Noctis, this individual strand brings comfort, trust, acceptance--
Ah. Almost like... a family.
Before she can ponder further on this, she feels the energy begin to retreat. Noctis' own, too, is beginning to diminish. While she can replenish her own power into him for him to use, it won't undo any mental strain he's already endured, especially with her continuing to provide him focus. While she doesn't speak, her hand squeezes his as if to call his attention back to her, the wordless question of whether he would like to continue or not presented without judgement. ]
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Surprisingly when not part of the whole, this sole signature seems more patient alone, as if compared to the rest of the tangled powered that remains, it's waited far longer. They are communing, him and this new power. She's relieved that it does not cause him pain, that this is something he may manage so long as she continues to support him quietly, giving him the focus and mental ease to listen to one and not all...
Time passes, and while he continues to meditate she shifts how she's seated across from him, one of her hands lifting from their joined ones to rest upon his shoulder; her hair falls forward as she dips her head. One hundred and eleven more to go, she thinks, as Noctis continues his conversation with his energy. It would be ideal to tether with all of these strands. The warmth this energy labeled as number two is warm and encouraging; she believes Noctis could use more of that, and this energy gives him just what he needs, in a message that only he might understand, in a way that connects with him completely... that she would never be able to replicate. She is glad he has this support from his power. It's wonderful, and even via the second-degree connection from Noctis, this individual strand brings comfort, trust, acceptance--
Ah. Almost like... a family.
Before she can ponder further on this, she feels the energy begin to retreat. Noctis' own, too, is beginning to diminish. While she can replenish her own power into him for him to use, it won't undo any mental strain he's already endured, especially with her continuing to provide him focus. While she doesn't speak, her hand squeezes his as if to call his attention back to her, the wordless question of whether he would like to continue or not presented without judgement. ]