Lawr didn't know how he could be sure this was working. He was a bit more confident in his ability than he'd been previously, but he still felt he needed some assurance. Perhaps it was this strange line of reasoning that led him to take his knife up and drag a shallow laceration through the tip of his index finger.

He hissed in a quiet breath, frowning a little as blood pooled to the surface around the blade. But he just as quickly dropped the knife and began determinedly muttering the rhyme Yuujin just taught him.