Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170308031352

Thomas held Nwa's hand firmly...

Whether through instinct or through subconscious action, he didn't know, but a memory slipped into his mind. He remembered the first time Lucida had cast a spell, and it had ended badly. Her body had split where the runes had tried to make themselves permanent in her, and she broke her own body trying to reject them. It wasn't just the pain she endured, but the trauma of having such a thing inflicted on her that frightened her so. At the time, Thomas had to set the mending rune on her body while he channeled his energy from his own arcanum into her. With one hand raised, casting the mark, he held her hand in his other. The arcanum flowed through them both, the linking spirit energy of father and daughter, and in more ways than one, he shared her pain.

The thought came and went in an instant as he held Nwa's hand. Even though circumstances were different, he hoped it would have the same effect. It was then that he felt the surge of patriarchal emotion as he looked at the struggling girl.

"Come on, girl. You can do it.  I'm here with you..."