"What are you watching?" Jenni glared.
The man only deepened his gaze and then looked away. He focused his mind on the healing spell; the radiant golden light swirled around Agnes's figure.
"Why are all the lights in the shapes of runes?" Jenni couldn't help but mumble, as her eyes pierced the mysticism of the spell. It was a rune she knew, something she had just used to destroy the evidence of her embarrassment. A cleansing spell... but somehow the man was weaving it as a healing spell, infusing it with a light element. "How do you do that?"
The man gave her a look. "Practice, I guess."
Jenni snorted. "Well, you certainly haven't practised much because the runes were burning out so quickly."