[Fenris keeps a quiet eye on him before focusing on the candle once more.]
...Right.
[He reaches out with his finger, brow furrowing. For a few moments nothing happens, then he feels the surge and flow of the magic. A part of him still baulks against it, pulls away, protects himself from it. He tries to fight it, however, just so he can do this, to make himself safe. A spark flickers and lights the candle.
He doesn't look exactly pleased about it, it's still magic. But he did it. Yay.]
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...Right.
[He reaches out with his finger, brow furrowing. For a few moments nothing happens, then he feels the surge and flow of the magic. A part of him still baulks against it, pulls away, protects himself from it. He tries to fight it, however, just so he can do this, to make himself safe. A spark flickers and lights the candle.
He doesn't look exactly pleased about it, it's still magic. But he did it. Yay.]