[ It's such a strange feeling. Mat knows there's more power to call on, can feel it, but touching it...
It's fine. It's alright. Istredd is in control of everything. Nothing can go wrong. The worst that could happen is they both get drenched. He keeps repeating those sentiments to himself, convincing him of their truth.
Still, it's a struggle. He reaches to take it as Istredd instructs and it feels like too much. There's no smooth flowing, no easy handoff. Mat wrestles with with the weight of it, like a man trying to lift something too heavy for him. But he strains for it. He knows he can, he should be able to...
An audible groan escapes him. He's beginning to sweat. But he doesn't let go, and little by little he starts to take on some of what Istredd is gathering.
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It's fine. It's alright. Istredd is in control of everything. Nothing can go wrong. The worst that could happen is they both get drenched. He keeps repeating those sentiments to himself, convincing him of their truth.
Still, it's a struggle. He reaches to take it as Istredd instructs and it feels like too much. There's no smooth flowing, no easy handoff. Mat wrestles with with the weight of it, like a man trying to lift something too heavy for him. But he strains for it. He knows he can, he should be able to...
An audible groan escapes him. He's beginning to sweat. But he doesn't let go, and little by little he starts to take on some of what Istredd is gathering.
And still he doesn't let go.]