[There's relief in the words, a tension draining out of him as he draws forward. Not quite a step, but close enough that it he reached fully, he could perhaps just brush the man in front of him. Eyes fall closed and he inhales quietly, hand rising between them.]
O God, hear my prayer...
[The words are barely a murmur, a shimmer of light forming in the center of his palm and growing as power fills it. It's warm and gentle, like sunlight and a soft breeze, soothing and pure. And in truth, Olivine doesn't know whether or not it will heal a werewolf, but he certainly hopes so. The amount of pain simply changing forms seems to cause is just... too much.]
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[There's relief in the words, a tension draining out of him as he draws forward. Not quite a step, but close enough that it he reached fully, he could perhaps just brush the man in front of him. Eyes fall closed and he inhales quietly, hand rising between them.]
O God, hear my prayer...
[The words are barely a murmur, a shimmer of light forming in the center of his palm and growing as power fills it. It's warm and gentle, like sunlight and a soft breeze, soothing and pure. And in truth, Olivine doesn't know whether or not it will heal a werewolf, but he certainly hopes so. The amount of pain simply changing forms seems to cause is just... too much.]