Emma recorded every action the little mageling had made. Just as she thought, without her magic...she was nothing. She was as useless as an inexperienced child. And a spoiled one at that, she might as well add. She let out a sigh as she showed Syrisa mercy and took her fingers away from her temples.<br/><br/>"Too weak...Rely too much on your magic...If under conditions where you can't use your magic...you'll be easy pickings."<br/><br/>She kept a hand on Syrisa's shoulder to keep her on the chair. She then quickly whipped around to be behind the chair and leaned on the back of it. Her hands went to the mageling's temples and only the tips of her middle fingers barely touched the skin. She made sure the long hair was out of the way as she began working. And the working consisted of her fingers grazing the flesh of the temples.<br/><br/>Syrisa would find that the pain and nausea slowly squirm away from her mind...allowing her to think and concentrate once again. After a few minutes of doing just this to ease the redhead of her pains, Emma sighed.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that...I guess I just got a little fed up with the tricks you pull on me...You know how much of a temper I got..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>