[stepping over to him, she puts her hands on his chest, and takes a breath of her own. it's the familiar feeling behind her ribs, their talons, their feathers, except this time, it feels like their hands over her own, the spirit inside of her helping keep things controlled. Hibiki...help me.
her hands glow with a soft light, and Godot will feel a gentle kind of warmth spread from where she touches, as comfortable as a favorite coat, skimming the surface. reaching out, not to try and undo what is long healed over, what he has had to endure, but observing it and taking note of things, as surely as the doctor would do to things external. finding the edges, and gaining a greater understanding of what is there.
if his eyes open, he'll see that hers have gained a green light, half focused as Emily instead focuses on not reaching too deep, not pushing too far. keeping him comfortable, even as she's digging up what his body hides.]
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her hands glow with a soft light, and Godot will feel a gentle kind of warmth spread from where she touches, as comfortable as a favorite coat, skimming the surface. reaching out, not to try and undo what is long healed over, what he has had to endure, but observing it and taking note of things, as surely as the doctor would do to things external. finding the edges, and gaining a greater understanding of what is there.
if his eyes open, he'll see that hers have gained a green light, half focused as Emily instead focuses on not reaching too deep, not pushing too far. keeping him comfortable, even as she's digging up what his body hides.]