[ Balthier stays seated, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing. He hasn't been this deliberate since his studies as a boy, or when he was first practicing with Fran, but he's nervous. The rain is no joke, and if they get stranded, no one is coming back for them -- he doesn't expect Alina's party to return, and Childe's people don't entirely know where they are.
He's cast this spell a thousand times, but always in battle and on the world it was supposed to work. He doesn't know how fast it will drain him, or if it will work with the rain, but it's better than nothing.
He pulls the protection over himself first. It slides on easily, as it always has. He can't feel it physically so much as sense a brightness in the back of his mind. If he were to drop a rock on his foot, it would bounce more than usual and hurt less. ]
I've got mine up. I'm going to try to hold that and cast on you at the same time.
[ He pulls into the Mist again, and the second spell goes up just like it should. What a relief. ]
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He's cast this spell a thousand times, but always in battle and on the world it was supposed to work. He doesn't know how fast it will drain him, or if it will work with the rain, but it's better than nothing.
He pulls the protection over himself first. It slides on easily, as it always has. He can't feel it physically so much as sense a brightness in the back of his mind. If he were to drop a rock on his foot, it would bounce more than usual and hurt less. ]
I've got mine up. I'm going to try to hold that and cast on you at the same time.
[ He pulls into the Mist again, and the second spell goes up just like it should. What a relief. ]