It was strange, that magic could vary so much between two people. She welcomed his hands atop hers, and was grateful for the guidance he offered, but the weight of them quickly became something more than physical. This was not a gentle meeting of magic. While she had a taste of his own presence and knew better than to panic, her own magic was far more reactive. It was the shock of his strength that most startled her. Themis was prepared for the heat of him and even the force behind his power, but his pressure set the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. She was grateful both for his warning and for the weight of his hands on hers. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could remain fully neutral as he began to pour into them both. His magic was too potent, too different to ignore.

Still, she felt the warmth of his approval when he spoke, her focus entirely on a safe exit from this creation. She found a way to move her magic, call it back into herself without the feel of desertion. She was not abandoning their experiment, only resting before further examination. On this, she was sure. She would be back to feel this again, but for now, she needed her power to be disciplined and cooperative.

When the spell broke, Themis found herself at a horrible loss. The force of magic singing in every cell was gone, as was the warmth of her companion. Her new ability to see the fabric of the universe had dulled to normal human vision, and she was suddenly worried about her ability to stay upright. Taking a seat, fine collapsing, into the summoned chair was unsettling, Themis' own estimation of her strength shaken. Still, all she could think, as she fought a wave of nauseous energy, was "That was incredible. Absolutely incredible. I cannot believe we did that."

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