[Christine wasn't the first one back from the dead but she was the first one Atticus had encountered and it hit a little too close to home for comfort. The fact that he wasn't immediately turning on faerie specs with his sword at the ready said a lot about how much credit he was actually giving their explanation. ]
Close your eyes. It's a little disorienting at first. [And then he was speaking the binding, fully expecting her to do as he instructed. One binding after the other, her sight to his, his to the magical spectrum and then, suddenly, the world was overlaid with green. He looked first at Genesis, the almost sheepish look on his face acknowledging how weird it probably was for her to be looking at herself through his eyes. Not that she could see it.]
You see that white line that runs around your head? That is an indicator of magic. There are a lot of people here that have one. But now isn't really the time for explanations. [He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as though he was afraid to even look at Christine. What would he see? What if she was possessed by something? He couldn't afford to hesitate, though, so the next moment he was turning to look at the blond, her aura clouded with the dark colors fear and unease but.... nothing else. No sickly creature squatting inside her like the SkinWalkers, no deity possessing her body like Hel, nothing but a frightened human woman. His friend. The bindings were dispelled in a moment and he took a step towards her before he could stop himself, relief obvious on his face.]
I'm sorry, Christine.... I had to be sure. I- [He shook his head a little and then, with that short apology as the only reassurance to, hopefully, stop her from recoiling from him he stepped forward again, reaching out to hug her if she'd let him.]
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Close your eyes. It's a little disorienting at first. [And then he was speaking the binding, fully expecting her to do as he instructed. One binding after the other, her sight to his, his to the magical spectrum and then, suddenly, the world was overlaid with green. He looked first at Genesis, the almost sheepish look on his face acknowledging how weird it probably was for her to be looking at herself through his eyes. Not that she could see it.]
You see that white line that runs around your head? That is an indicator of magic. There are a lot of people here that have one. But now isn't really the time for explanations. [He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as though he was afraid to even look at Christine. What would he see? What if she was possessed by something? He couldn't afford to hesitate, though, so the next moment he was turning to look at the blond, her aura clouded with the dark colors fear and unease but.... nothing else. No sickly creature squatting inside her like the SkinWalkers, no deity possessing her body like Hel, nothing but a frightened human woman. His friend. The bindings were dispelled in a moment and he took a step towards her before he could stop himself, relief obvious on his face.]
I'm sorry, Christine.... I had to be sure. I- [He shook his head a little and then, with that short apology as the only reassurance to, hopefully, stop her from recoiling from him he stepped forward again, reaching out to hug her if she'd let him.]