While Varik's face remained filled with warmth, Rorik's face was cold, calculating.  His sharp eyes turned to Kalab and narrowed the slightest bit.  "You'd do well to watch your tongue, boy."  Rorik wasted little time with his attentions on Kalab as he turned them towards Nehmahati.  "And you...if you had taken better care of your body in the first place, we wouldn't be in this....predicament."  He stated sharply.  Nehmahati felt a wave of anger pass through her and she moved forward quickly, boldly as she stepped towards Rorik.  "Do not talk down to me father, or else I may not even play along with this little game.  I could just walk out this door and choose to remain human."  She said sharply, though she had no real intentions of doing so.  This human form was uncomfortable with her, but she knew that she was not the only one getting something out of this ritual.<br/><br/>Something glistened in Rorik's eyes as she spoke and his hand moved with lightening reflexes as it shot out and fingers curved around Nehmahati's neck.  She drew in a sharp breath at the pressure around her throat, her hands instinctually lifting to pry at his fingers.  "You'll do as you're told to do and I'll speak to you as I wish.  I am your father and your superior.  You should mind your actions, for you are still human."  Varik placed a hand upon Rorik's arm gently and looked at him for a moment.  After a few moments, he released his hold on Nehmahati's neck.  His expression was no longer of anger, rather reverting to the coldness from before.  Varik turned to Nehmahati, her voice ringing out softly.  "Truly, your father is glad to see you home....he's just....troubled."<br/><br/>Nehmahati glared daggers towards Rorik, furious, but her expression softened when she turned to look at Varik.  "Mother, I love you, but you need not make excuses for our father.  His thoughts and feelings are perfectly clear through his actions."  She said before changing the subject.  "Let's get on with things.  What is it that needs to be done, Mother?"  Varik let out a small almost inaudible sigh and then moved with a unwavering grace towards the alter befor them.  "Your brother needs to drain you of most of your blood.  When you have very little left, he needs to cut open your wrists and his.  Your father and I will manipulate the gravity around the area so that you can place your wrists together and perform the blood transfusion.  This is the process, in the most simplest of terms."<br/><br/>((Sorry if I'm a bit rusty.)