He didn't like that Riel had never been to Aruinnbith. That didn't bode well for helping to fight off the magic and poison that circulated through his wound ravaged body. Tuathan  genetics were odd and the Anaisi gifts worked with them in weird ways. Riel likely wasn't aware of grounding. And he certainly wouldn't have been aware of how easy it was to deplete his reserves off world. Grounding would fix that, but he had to find a way to wrest control from the magical attack currently dominating the other Schi's being.<br/><br/>He should take Riel to Aruinnbith and get him in a fae pool. Rebuild his magic from the ground up and help fight off the magic from within, and if Riel wasn't so close to death he could feel it coming off of him, Foalan would have portalled him there. As it was, the metaphysics of Anael's realm and the fuzzy epehemra that allowed it to occupy here and no where let Foalan fudge some logic.<br/><br/>First he had to Riel conscious enough to fight back. His pulse was thready, and his breathing was strained, he inhaled only with great effort. Foalan needed to do something to blast back the magic, disrupt its path and shock it still. It was going to hurt Riel in the process, but not if he shared some of his magic first.<br/><br/>Foalan burnt his shirt away and laced the fingers of his left hand with those of Riel's right. Fine threads of blue and green, with touches of gold and silver laced quickly around their entwined hands. As soon the connection weave settled Foalan opened one of his magic channels.<br/><br/>Riel's body arched off the bed, a livewire of magic energy as Foalan sent his reserves into shock. Foalan cut off his Tuathan magic and fast on its heels he sent a cascade of his fire behind it. It had taken centuries to find a way to combine a weave powerful enough to contain the fire he carried,  but he had managed it for enchanting small items. It was the same weave he used now, only he used it to enchant Riel's blood and sinew, a temporary living flame resting in the soul of another schi. Foalan didn't know another of his kind that could take the punishment of his unbridled fire.<br/><br/>Riel screamed.<br/><br/>The heat would be agony, but Foalan knew he'd survive it. Knew in the depths of his soul as his reached out to touch Riel's that this was right. Riel was ill, near death, but not as bad off as he'd feared. Riel's schi abilities and his parentage were tied with death. Foalan hoped that with Riel's abilities, and the influx of Foalan's own magic he would not suffer too much.<br/><br/>The spell disapated and Riel collapsed on the bed, sweat covered his face and neck, sizzling away with the remnants of his heat. Foalan took Riel's shirt off and left it on the bed. Carefully, he picked Riel up in his arms and took him outside. Anael's house was situated with a garden. Working with fuzzy logic and a healthy dose of magic, Foalan pushed the veil that separated Anael's home from Aruinnbith.<br/><br/>It gave easily and part of Anael's garden now held a fae pool. Thank the gods for small miracles and weird physics. Without waiting for further invitation, Foalan slipped into the pool, holding Riel close. The water was deep and went down well beyond his feet. It was chill compared to their skin and Riel reacted with a body shiver that had him clinging to Foalan's arm.<br/><br/>"Sweetheart, you are handsome, and Ireally do like the way you're holding on," Foalan muttered softly. "Just wish it was under better circumstances. So how about you open yourself up to this fae pool and we'll get you back to fighting form, huh?"