Nina sighed her relief when he didn't fight her. It was his body and she would not invade it like that without his permission, but she was grateful that he was not making her beg. She moved closer to get a look at his canines.
"I don't have my tailoring kit," she said with a soft sound of frustration. "I'll do my best. I've never done anything quite like this before, and I want to warn you that even if it does work... it might only be temporary. Something is causing this, and if it isn't inside of you then it needs to be resolved first."
And she hoped it would be. "Could you meditate? Or at least... just sit quietly and breathe deeply."
Nina seemed to do the same, but she kept her eyes open and before long her hands began to move in subtle, small gestures. She sought out places where the physical manifestations of his genetic mutations were seeming to go haywire.
Rather than focusing on one part of him, though, she tried to focus on the way his body was feeding into these mutations and making them... more. She tried to find the threads of it, to slow it down since she knew she couldn't cut them off. This wasn't like breathing lungs or a beating heart. THis was cellular. It moved too fast for her to stop it at the source but... but she could slow it down, maybe roll parts of it back.
Her fingers curled toward herself like she was coaxing something.
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Date: 2017-09-21 04:40 am (UTC)"I don't have my tailoring kit," she said with a soft sound of frustration. "I'll do my best. I've never done anything quite like this before, and I want to warn you that even if it does work... it might only be temporary. Something is causing this, and if it isn't inside of you then it needs to be resolved first."
And she hoped it would be. "Could you meditate? Or at least... just sit quietly and breathe deeply."
Nina seemed to do the same, but she kept her eyes open and before long her hands began to move in subtle, small gestures. She sought out places where the physical manifestations of his genetic mutations were seeming to go haywire.
Rather than focusing on one part of him, though, she tried to focus on the way his body was feeding into these mutations and making them... more. She tried to find the threads of it, to slow it down since she knew she couldn't cut them off. This wasn't like breathing lungs or a beating heart. THis was cellular. It moved too fast for her to stop it at the source but... but she could slow it down, maybe roll parts of it back.
Her fingers curled toward herself like she was coaxing something.