"Of course. Everything you have been through has been a painful and terrible ordeal... Rest will help you recuperate, and Henry and I will watch over you." Micolash will feel Abysa's weight on the bed shifting, until eventually, he would feel the demon laying down beside him. Abysa puts one arm over the sickly human and leans in close, to give him a kiss on the cheek. Abysa knows for certain that closeness and affection enhances his calming aura, and what better way to lull Micolash to sleep than to comfort him as the enchantment takes hold?

"The future must seem bleak now, but it will get better, and you will heal. This I have promised you, along with a part of me. I hope that comforts you as you drift off." Micolash's dread is achingly obvious once they are touching, and it saddens Abysa to see him in such a way. What could possibly outweigh the promise of a High Priest?

He channels the spell once more, the dark glimmering dust manifesting and then fading once it flows gently onto the ailing scholar, like melting snow. Abysa resumes petting his hair in the meanwhile, as well. He emits a small, soft sigh.