[To say there is a very specific image that appears in her mind's eye at the phrase "mana transfer" would be something of an understatement, and it shows in the slight nervous twitch of her ears and the purse of her lips. She has half a mind to ask why her, Archer's right there after all, and was apparently willing enough to do an amateur blood transfusion until it was suggested that maybe bleeding out on a battlefield would be a bad idea. But petty bickering on a battlefield is also not a great plan, and so with a sigh she closes the distance.]
Don't be stupid.
[For good luck before he goes, honestly. Like her touch has ever brought good luck to anything.
But she pulls off her glove regardless and laces their fingers together. Closing her eyes, she concentrates, focusing on pulling the magic that runs in her veins to the surface as she's done so many times before, but it's-- more difficult, this time. The suppressing nature of the forest is still thick enough to give her trouble, and trying to push her magic into her hand is like wading through glue. But Zelda is nothing if not tenacious, and so she keeps pushing, her brow furrowing with effort, until gradually the triangular brand on the back of her hand begins to glow.
The magic held within the Triforce of Wisdom is practically infinite, its only limit being the amount of power her body can withstand wielding.
When her entire hand is enveloped in that holy light, she warns Caster through clenched teeth--]
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Don't be stupid.
[For good luck before he goes, honestly. Like her touch has ever brought good luck to anything.
But she pulls off her glove regardless and laces their fingers together. Closing her eyes, she concentrates, focusing on pulling the magic that runs in her veins to the surface as she's done so many times before, but it's-- more difficult, this time. The suppressing nature of the forest is still thick enough to give her trouble, and trying to push her magic into her hand is like wading through glue. But Zelda is nothing if not tenacious, and so she keeps pushing, her brow furrowing with effort, until gradually the triangular brand on the back of her hand begins to glow.
The magic held within the Triforce of Wisdom is practically infinite, its only limit being the amount of power her body can withstand wielding.
When her entire hand is enveloped in that holy light, she warns Caster through clenched teeth--]
Hurry up...!
[Even she can't do this forever.]