Isadore: “You feel that?”
Hawthorne: grunts in response “This… isn’t good. We need to keep you under, in case he gets to your head—asleep, but alive. Alive for sure, and stable.”
Isadore: “Right.” Grabs his hands and they start chanting, weaving a tight spell
They release each other and stumble back after a minute
Hawthorne: “You won’t wake up until we wake you now.” Panting
Isadore: “Nor will you die. You should be good now.” Shakes her head to clear it “Wow. That was more draining when I expected.”
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