*Yrael smiles at her, then quickly shifts down to his white cat-shape. He gently pads over to Chanterelle and climbs into her lap, purring comfortingly. He shakes his head once, quickly, and is suddenly wearing a bright red collar. A Charter Mage would know that the Marks flowing on, across, and through this collar are not those of binding, but of connection. Kibeth has one like it, but wears hers all the time. She chose the connection to the Charter, after all; Yrael did not. Yrael settles with his head on her knee.*

Chanterelle, I will need you to keep on hand on my back during this. It will keep you here. The other hand is to be placed against the collar around my neck. It will let us do what we need to do. Place your right hand on my back first, then put your left-hand fingers upon my neck and find my collar. Keep hold of it until you know our work is done. You will know.