[Cardinal leans forward. They take their time observing, watching the light it gives off, the subtle currents of its movements. Making sense of the sensation - mostly just an awareness, right now. Their pulse jumps unexpectedly with one last second of hesitation - do they really have a right to this power?

It has to be sufficient that Emet-Selch is giving it to them. The red thread flows over their gripped hands, weaving between their knuckles.]