ooc: shall we end this soon?
Gale watched him, not moving from her position a few feet away, even as she watched him struggle. This was the way she had learned, she reminded herself; there was no better way to practice a spell than actual application. If Merrion wanted to see, which she had no doubt in her mind that he did, the spell would work.
"Want it," she said aloud, her eyes fixed on the older mage slowly unraveling her magic from around him, like unwinding bandages from his eyes. "It will come easier the more you want it."