[Nico wonders if this is what it feels like to be Percy or Jason (or, well, Mal.) Able to draw upon all of their powers without scraping the bottom of a well run dry for the last drips and puddles. If Nico's powers are a well, Mal's are an ocean, endless, limitless. The difference is astounding. He closes his eyes and breaths in, funneling the power carefully—so carefully, he's never had so much to spare and he doesn't want to take more than he needs—into the bones of Oreo, still playing with the bracelet. He can feel when it's enough, when Oreo is full of enough power to sustain her, and he's quick to stopper the flow.
Nico lets out a shudder that has nothing to do with feeling drained, opens his eyes that he didn't realized he'd closed, and keeps his hand in Mal's as he turns to her to make sure she's okay.]
You alright? [He can't imagine he made a dent in that vast ocean of power but it's not the sort of thing he's going to take for granted.]
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Nico lets out a shudder that has nothing to do with feeling drained, opens his eyes that he didn't realized he'd closed, and keeps his hand in Mal's as he turns to her to make sure she's okay.]
You alright? [He can't imagine he made a dent in that vast ocean of power but it's not the sort of thing he's going to take for granted.]