Her magic. This had been one person's doing, then. Raine tucked that away for possible future reference -- and possible future yelling, should she ever meet that person -- then moved on.
"If it's not life-threatening, that's... of course your prerogative," she said with a nod, though surely if his tolerance for pain was so lessened, even a small cut would be worse? Still. Grown men could make their own choices. Up to the point where those choices brought themselves and others into genuine danger, at which time she would intercede.
Staff in hand, Raine returned to Erskine, though she didn't reach for magic. That sounded like fear, for which she really couldn't blame him. In a moment she sat beside him again, giving him a little more space than before, staff carefully across her knees. "I don't think it's foreign mana, though I don't know your mana signature well enough to be sure," she said, her tone measured but not unkind. "It felt more like something of your own had become-- obstructed, perhaps, or twisted. The arte I have in mind functions as a reset: no matter what has gone wrong, it restores one's mana to its initial state, the way it should be. If there is some remnant of 'her' magic, it will be purged; if it's merely a reaction of your own to so long under that curse, then that, too, will be set right. Erskine." A pause, to make sure she had his attention. Then, gently, "You're not putting yourself or others in danger, so I will do nothing without your consent. However, I ask you to trust that I know what I'm doing. Let me help, please."
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"If it's not life-threatening, that's... of course your prerogative," she said with a nod, though surely if his tolerance for pain was so lessened, even a small cut would be worse? Still. Grown men could make their own choices. Up to the point where those choices brought themselves and others into genuine danger, at which time she would intercede.
Staff in hand, Raine returned to Erskine, though she didn't reach for magic. That sounded like fear, for which she really couldn't blame him. In a moment she sat beside him again, giving him a little more space than before, staff carefully across her knees. "I don't think it's foreign mana, though I don't know your mana signature well enough to be sure," she said, her tone measured but not unkind. "It felt more like something of your own had become-- obstructed, perhaps, or twisted. The arte I have in mind functions as a reset: no matter what has gone wrong, it restores one's mana to its initial state, the way it should be. If there is some remnant of 'her' magic, it will be purged; if it's merely a reaction of your own to so long under that curse, then that, too, will be set right. Erskine." A pause, to make sure she had his attention. Then, gently, "You're not putting yourself or others in danger, so I will do nothing without your consent. However, I ask you to trust that I know what I'm doing. Let me help, please."