"Thank you, Blitzø. I can take things from here."
Alastor mixed the blood with the herbs with, of all things, a small paintbrush. He continued stirring it as he walked over to the cast on Stolas's leg. He began painting a series of symbols on it, murmuring prayers softly under his breath to ignite the darkened blood-based "paint" in green light. Some part of him wondered if Stolas recognized any of the ancient symbols.
Regardless, he still wasn't sure the loa could hear him in this world, so most of this was coming from himself. Still, if there was a loa willing to grant the power needed to further boost the healing process, well, there was no harm in making the request.
He repeated the process on Stolas's arm cast, using the last of his "paint" in the process. Alastor set the mortar and paintbrush aside, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a string of beads that Stolas and perhaps Blitzø would recognize as a rosary. Alastor closed his eyes and continued praying under his breath, the painted symbols glowing brightly before dimming and fading into the wrappings until they left no trace behind.
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Alastor mixed the blood with the herbs with, of all things, a small paintbrush. He continued stirring it as he walked over to the cast on Stolas's leg. He began painting a series of symbols on it, murmuring prayers softly under his breath to ignite the darkened blood-based "paint" in green light. Some part of him wondered if Stolas recognized any of the ancient symbols.
Regardless, he still wasn't sure the loa could hear him in this world, so most of this was coming from himself. Still, if there was a loa willing to grant the power needed to further boost the healing process, well, there was no harm in making the request.
He repeated the process on Stolas's arm cast, using the last of his "paint" in the process. Alastor set the mortar and paintbrush aside, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a string of beads that Stolas and perhaps Blitzø would recognize as a rosary. Alastor closed his eyes and continued praying under his breath, the painted symbols glowing brightly before dimming and fading into the wrappings until they left no trace behind.