Bit by bit he shovels dirt into her hands. "Don't worry if it goes onto the floor. I'll have it cleaned tomorrow."

Once there's a good bit of dirt in her hands he takes a small obsidian disc and places it on the pile. "Ok, rest your hands where ever is comfortable. You can take more dirt from the box if you want to."

Then with a clenching and opening of his palm he summons an orb of light. It's pale blue, offering a soft light rather than a harsh one.

"I'm going to turn the lights off now, alright?"