"It's... moving," I say, surprised. "I can feel it traveling up my arms."
"Good," Lyre says. "That's the arcana being absorbed. Can you see its path?"
I concentrate harder, focusing on the sensation rather than trying to visualize anything. And then—
"Oh!"
There it is. Not golden threads this time, but something more like... streams? Veins filled with liquid light pulsing up from my palms, branching through my arms. They're not as distinct as what I saw with Caine, more like impressions of light beneath my skin.
Wait. I can see my arms. They're definitely my arms; I know it down to the marrow in my bones. But it doesn't look like my arms. If anything, it's similar to the faint outline of light when I'd "seen" our hands last night…
"I can see it," I breathe. "Not like before. It's faint. But it looks like little rivers under my skin."
