[Solomon's one of the ones immediately headed for Tatara, and though he gives a nod towards Ginger, he stays silent in concentration outside the firm repetition of his incantation.
Manu Propria.
Manu Propria.
Manu Propria.
...
The tension is building in his brow after a while, frustration aching and digging at how difficult this magic is in comparison to what he knows. But he lets it settle. Frustration won't bring the power they need.
Additional hands present at least gets some of the urgency under control. Whenever Tatara has started to get a small amount of color back, Solomon will finally raise his eyes in Ginger's direction, mouth thin.]
Ginger.
Once he's stable, you should let someone look at you, too.
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Manu Propria.
Manu Propria.
Manu Propria.
...
The tension is building in his brow after a while, frustration aching and digging at how difficult this magic is in comparison to what he knows. But he lets it settle. Frustration won't bring the power they need.
Additional hands present at least gets some of the urgency under control. Whenever Tatara has started to get a small amount of color back, Solomon will finally raise his eyes in Ginger's direction, mouth thin.]
Ginger.
Once he's stable, you should let someone look at you, too.