[Lanfear clicks her tongue at the bandages, sympathy in her voice.]
Would you like me to take care of those as well?
[Healing. Another small thing these...barbarians...hadn't come close to mastering yet.
Taking Elissa's hands in hers, the Chosen looks down at the woman and stretches to take Saidar. Life floods through her as she touches the Power, filling her with joy and strength, a torrent of energy invisible to anyone in this world. A pity, really, that these people would never know it's embrace, the one bit of genuine sympathy she had for them.
With that, though, she Delved. Flows of Spirit wormed into Elissa's flesh, imperceptible save for a faint tingle, and probed her pathways. Lanfear was no Graendal, no master of the human mind nor was she a healer anywhere near Semirhage's skill, but she was quite the master of Wards. All she needed was to fit this weave snugly to the ring she'd craft and it would keep out any unwanted mental influence.
Well...all save her own, of course. Without much effort at all, she sets a small psychic "hook" inside Elissa. An anchor for Compulsion that she could use should the woman prove resistant to her charms or requests. Nothing worth mentioning, though.
Squeezing gently, Lanfear channeled a second time. Healing now. Elissa might feel a shock of cold and a sudden hunger, the need to be fed. Such healings always took their toll on the human body, drawing strength from the healed, not the healer but anything short of death could be healed with the proper application.]
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Would you like me to take care of those as well?
[Healing. Another small thing these...barbarians...hadn't come close to mastering yet.
Taking Elissa's hands in hers, the Chosen looks down at the woman and stretches to take Saidar. Life floods through her as she touches the Power, filling her with joy and strength, a torrent of energy invisible to anyone in this world. A pity, really, that these people would never know it's embrace, the one bit of genuine sympathy she had for them.
With that, though, she Delved. Flows of Spirit wormed into Elissa's flesh, imperceptible save for a faint tingle, and probed her pathways. Lanfear was no Graendal, no master of the human mind nor was she a healer anywhere near Semirhage's skill, but she was quite the master of Wards. All she needed was to fit this weave snugly to the ring she'd craft and it would keep out any unwanted mental influence.
Well...all save her own, of course. Without much effort at all, she sets a small psychic "hook" inside Elissa. An anchor for Compulsion that she could use should the woman prove resistant to her charms or requests. Nothing worth mentioning, though.
Squeezing gently, Lanfear channeled a second time. Healing now. Elissa might feel a shock of cold and a sudden hunger, the need to be fed. Such healings always took their toll on the human body, drawing strength from the healed, not the healer but anything short of death could be healed with the proper application.]
There. All done.