Raine had lost any lingering reticence about the fluttering shadows very quickly, especially with Solomon's ka threaded through them. She'd trusted his control before; now, with an aspect of his soul in plain view and the fact no shadows had made any untoward moves despite the obvious stress he was under, Raine did not think she had much if anything to fear.

She was, however, hovering a little more than was strictly necessary, and her customary briskness had given way to something a little more gentle. As if he was fragile, now. Every so often she requested that Solomon allow her to take another look at him, and often this concluded in trying one arte or another. Fruitlessly, of course. There was a part of her that knew the damage had been done and was by now irreversible, if it had not been the moment she found him.

But she had to try, nevertheless.

Even so, Raine was nearing the point where there was no other avenue to try. This time when she would ordinarily have asked him to submit to another try she simply perched on the edge of the bed, watching him thoughtfully, and if there was some sorrow in the way she did, well, he wouldn't see it. "Solomon," she started finally. "May I-- hm." She stopped there, unsure what else she would say, what magic she might have overlooked.