He didn't see. He was busy. He'd shut and bolted the door behind her as she'd entered and had finished flipping through his grimoire.Â
Any deftness in his drawing was only muscle memory, his hand would otherwise be shaking with the shock and emotion he was feeling in that moment. The book began to glow dimly in his hands as he finished tracing the gentle, meandering pattern, dotting and embellishing it only slightly in his distraction; there would be time for greater exactness later. With a final flourish of the pen toward the girl, he raised the book above his head with a flash.
He looked at her then and noted the tears in her eyes as the effects of Physick began to wend their way across her body.
Any deftness in his drawing was only muscle memory, his hand would otherwise be shaking with the shock and emotion he was feeling in that moment. The book began to glow dimly in his hands as he finished tracing the gentle, meandering pattern, dotting and embellishing it only slightly in his distraction; there would be time for greater exactness later. With a final flourish of the pen toward the girl, he raised the book above his head with a flash.
He looked at her then and noted the tears in her eyes as the effects of Physick began to wend their way across her body.
