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[bindsthedead]

How do I- Oh! This is Sabriel- please leave a message at the-

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[takethestairs]

[Again, another understatement. Edgeworth glances furtively to the side, where Yuri had been found, before looking towards his car]

Just tell me when you're ready to leave. I don't want to keep you out here longer than necessary.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel takes about a minute to steady herself, then straightens up. She's still... somehow even paler than normal, but she's moving steadily.]

We can go now- I should be fine.

[takethestairs]

[Edgeworth nods and makes his way to the hovercar, stopping to open the door for her, waiting to see if she needs a hand. If she can manage on his own, he'll make his way to his side. When he starts the ignition, it's silent save for the sound of the engine, with no noise from Edgeworth or the radio. Should he say something? Or should he continue with nothingness?

Eventually, though, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he clears his throat as the car floats off the ground]

So, erm, your-

[Magic]

-healing. How does it work, precisely?

[bindsthedead]

By reaching into the Charter and finding the right marks. A spell acts as a description of what you want to do- but you need to understand what that is.

[takethestairs]

[He purses his lips together, perfectly aware of how little he knows about the Charter. It sounds easy, but considering what he just witnessed, he knows that it's anything but.]

And these spells... do they require anything in exchange? Or do you simply need to know what you need?

[bindsthedead]

They require effort, training, and dedication. Without discipline, it's easy to lose control.

[takethestairs]

[Edgeworth remains silent for a moment, thinking things over, making connections about what Sabriel has said to what little he knows about the supernatural]

A friend of mine has powers with... similar requirements. Lack of focus doesn't have such disastrous results for her, but it's still necessary so she doesn't get overwhelmed by her senses. Without meditation and practice, it...

[There's another pause as Edgeworth remembers the time he got a taste of spiritual energy. He clears his throat and shoves those memories aside]

It would be difficult to get anything done, I imagine.