[Carlisle's eyes flick to the older man, taking note of his aches elsewhere, his brow knitting in a moment of polite concern. What lingering effects are there from this Crystal, and were they worth the price paid? What if one wasn't capable of using it? Were all from his world born magicians?

So many questions, but he has work to do. He pulls his fingers from the glyph and the light fades, the tea cooling as the ink on the page evaporates away.]

It's easier if there are less layers between the point of contact, so if you don't mind, ah. Baring your leg, that would help.

[He's clearly not keen on asking people to undress in any way, given how many layers he has on himself. He removes the fingerless gloves he's wearing.]

Tell me of your goddess. Why did she bless you with such a powerful and dangerous gift?