Dex took his place at the table again, easing the circle closed with a quick and well manipulated force of will. His hands moved over the stick, and after a moment, he tugged the glove off his left hand, needing to feel the full effect of the wood against his skin. He was casual about keeping his palm turned down, so neither of the women would notice the peculiar sigil that marked his skin; now was not the time to confront that beast.
His left hand did little more than hold the stick, awkwardly with the ring and pinky fingers missing. His right hand crafted the runes, and infused the will of the magic into the sigils. He was focused intently, for the moment unaware of his surroundings. He hadn't done work like this since injuring his hand, and though his fingers ached from the pressure, he was focused enough to push through it.
All in all, with Jax having done a good bit of the work, it didn't take him nearly as long as he'd figured, even with his compromised hand. He muttered the words that would seal the magic into the stick, and drew his hands back quickly when the stick started to shake.
He pulled his glove back on, over his stiff fingers. Looking up to offer a small smile, he nodded. "There, all that without blowing the place up."