Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Pleasure suffuses the woman's expression at having found a good middle ground to help explain Wessex's new powers. Her wince is noticeable, but Evie brushes over it, not wanting to point out the woman's differences. She is acutely aware of what it's like to be an outcast. She would not put Wessex in that same position willingly of feeling regret for her existence. "Like I said, amazing. Which means you just have to practice now." Which is precisely what they are doing, and Evie is happy to lend her time and magic to the woman's cause. "Definitely stronger than I can manage. That's curious." While her mind is busily chewing away at that new information, Wessex proposes another idea, one she has truly never tried before. "Hmm...I don't think so, I've tried to use it on wilting plants, but they're made of different things than humans. I've been able to help grow a plant with my earth magic, but not my healing." Ah, but that doesn't mean they're at a loss! Brightening, Evie unhooks one of her throwing daggers from its thigh holster, smiling at Wessex as she spins it in her hand to clasp the blade towards herself. "But we can test it nonetheless!" And, without preamble - and so she can't focus on the anticipation of pain - slices her palm open with the sharp edge of the dagger. It's finely honed enough that the sting doesn't even register until the motion is through, which she appreciates, and grit teeth help to keep the sound of a hiss away from prying ears.
Holding her bleeding hand out so as not to stain her clothes, she moves a little closer to Wessex just in case, though the radius has already been proven. "Okay, I'll heal myself now if you want to focus on it." And without further ado she pulls on her oldest, most familiar magic. Letting it seep into her palm like pooling water, knitting the flesh back together as if there had never been a wound there in the first place.
