[ At the moment Cedrik isn't doing much of anything, though it's not for a lack of effort. The Viera's brow is furrowed and his lips are pressed into a thin, flat frown as he holds the 'wand' before him in one hand, the other open to help channel the aether.
The worst part is he can feel it almost working each time he tries to cast a spell. He blinks up when Augustine finally stirs and speaks, looking stubbornly back down at the wand as he gives it another try. ]
How much do you remember...?
[ He's not dodging the question out of embarrassment. He just...wants to know how much he needs to apologize for that sock to Augustine's jaw...
There's a flicker of light that travels up the length of the wand that sputters out as quickly as it appeared. Cedrik bites the inside of his cheek to hold back the curse. ]
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The worst part is he can feel it almost working each time he tries to cast a spell. He blinks up when Augustine finally stirs and speaks, looking stubbornly back down at the wand as he gives it another try. ]
How much do you remember...?
[ He's not dodging the question out of embarrassment. He just...wants to know how much he needs to apologize for that sock to Augustine's jaw...
There's a flicker of light that travels up the length of the wand that sputters out as quickly as it appeared. Cedrik bites the inside of his cheek to hold back the curse. ]