The ritual had been complicated, to say the least, but Oliver had prepared all of the materials well ahead of time, so that all he had to do was go forward with the ritual. It had required a little bit of his blood, so now he had a bandage over palm, where he had cut himself with the dagger he had gotten from Constantine. The entire thing had left him feeling somewhat exhausted, but it would be worth it if it worked.<br/><br/>As soon as she opened her eyes, it was clear that it had worked perfectly. There was none of the hatred or disgust that had covered her features when they first met. Now he saw only absolute trust. Oliver waited just a moment before grabbing the first aid kit from the hallway and opening the door to her cell. He even left it open, so that if she decided to run for it, there was nothing stopping her.<br/><br/>"Here, I'll look at your shoulder. Just stay still." He was tempted to use the code word he had conditioned her with, but resisted the urge. The last thing he wanted to do was play that card too quickly. He would find out if it worked soon enough, but based on how well everything else had gone, he was fairly confident in it. He started trying to clean the small wound, then applied a bandage to it. "Better?"