What were you doing before to keep it at bay when it wasn't as stable?

[When his hand reaches hers, her fingers wrap around his own with an oddly gentle, but firm grip. Her thumb moves up to his wrist, testing his pulse.]

Well, we'll put a pin on that. For now...

[With acute focus and a sharp gaze, Amelia's thumb traces a foreign character onto Gale's wrist; it is a rune, but it would only be familiar to the wizard in the sense that it is clearly an arcane language. It sits on the surface of his skin, glowing a soft emerald green and emitting a buzzing noise.]

Feel anything yet?