Night scowls at him, and casts the spell again. She asks if he can understand her, and he gives her a blank stare.<br/><br/>The man nods to his instruction, and takes a slow, deep inhale. About three-quarters of the way in, he stops, and hisses sharply, clutching at the wound. "Ow," he says, wincing in obvious pain. "Not raspy, though, feels more like a healing wound than anything. Just... on the inside. Ow."<br/><br/>He looks a bit surprised, at the image floating there, glancing around for the device he used to make it. "Yes, yes, that's about right," he says, nodding.<br/><br/>Night arches an eyebrow, muttering to herself as she molds the spell. It's not anywhere near the quality of Caiaphas', but the design is similar enough to be identified. The man nods in approval of it.