There was something going on within that mind of his, she could tell as much from the way the pupils within his eyes kept dilating and contracting and the way his voice strained as the man jerked his hand away from her soft grip.

"The dead want their vote. Her victims will not stay quiet."

"The dead...?" Furrowed brows rose high as the final piece of the puzzle finally slotted into place. "Oh!"
She could've kicked herself for missing what should've been obvious, still reeling from the after effects of having time rewound while also keeping the stronger emotions of others at bay from her mind. The corpses!!! While the fallen bodies of Starcalled would simply despawn, restored to the fullest in the nearest temple, the NPCs of this world weren't granted the same blessing... and their spirits lingered, something she'd learned upon witnessing a seance led by this very same caenis what now felt like a lifetime ago back in Camp Hope.

"Don't let them take over Ash, that's your mind not theirs."
Easier said than done, of course, but what else could she do aside from guide him? Unless...? A thought crossed her mind then before the elf hesitated, not entirely sure if it was a good idea. A glance was given to the hovering claws, still restrained in their movement though it was impossible to know for how much longer, before a soft "Tch!" escaped as the blonde threw caution into the wind... literally.

"Snap out of it!"
The magic gathered into her fingertips with practiced ease, rubbing them together to build up the charge, before Lúthien reached towards @Vargold's face... and then continued past it. Instead they sought the base of his ears, a light crackling sound no doubt echoing within them at such close proximity, before a soft shock was released as Lúthien finally grasped them between her thumb, index, and middle finger.












