[ The spell snags on Balthier, in him, but it's warm and comforting instead of the icy breath that it replaced, and the markings start to tangle together into coherent shapes above his head with greater speed as Loki captures glowing threads. The last one keeps losing its shape and he frowns, eyeing Balthier's expression. ]
Your mind is drifting, think of your world, your home.
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Your mind is drifting, think of your world, your home.