[ He does not need to breathe. He does so anyway, drawing in a breath to test and see if the sigil's entrance has left any noticeable strain. It hasn't, as far as he can tell, though he can feel it sitting within him if he focuses. ]
Yes.
[ Both hands flex on her shoulders and he pulls away, abruptly realizing that he may have squeezed rather hard. ]
no subject
Yes.
[ Both hands flex on her shoulders and he pulls away, abruptly realizing that he may have squeezed rather hard. ]
Yes, I am- I am well.