[It takes a little adjustment to it, to make his body remember that it doesn't need to move, the threads are not physical, but then he settles breath evening out as he works. It's like weaving, twisting the threads of his own magic in alongside the others, strengthening it with his own power. Helios' magic he recognises, and the magic that feels like Rei, so the last must be Harry Dresden.
It isn't a quick process and it isn't exactly praying, but it's honouring them in his own way. Eventually he finishes, coming back to himself and blinking furiously until the lingering flickers of brightness fade from his vision. He lets out a slow breath, feeling a little drained, but that's to be expected, he supposes.]
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It isn't a quick process and it isn't exactly praying, but it's honouring them in his own way. Eventually he finishes, coming back to himself and blinking furiously until the lingering flickers of brightness fade from his vision. He lets out a slow breath, feeling a little drained, but that's to be expected, he supposes.]