[ His palm is warm, but his mana isn't. It's the still cool of a meadow at night, the sensation of anticipating something approaching and not knowing whether it's dangerous or not. His mana chases heat away, like stepping into a shadow. Sasuke watches her face, waiting.
He can feel the exchange himself. He's hardly expended anything today, and so has no need to be filled, but knowing what to look for he can feel the mana turn over under his skin. The pool of it shifting as her magic adds itself to his own, reinvigorating. ]
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He can feel the exchange himself. He's hardly expended anything today, and so has no need to be filled, but knowing what to look for he can feel the mana turn over under his skin. The pool of it shifting as her magic adds itself to his own, reinvigorating. ]
What do you feel?