"Hold out your hand," I say. "I have what you need." My directness alarms you.
I hold up my left hand, and a liquid red cord spills from my fingertips. "See - a scarlet penumbra," I say, drawing out the "num" and feeling the palpability of the syllable on my tongue.
I drop the cord into your open right palm. Although you say nothing, I can see that its substantial weight and warmth surprise you. I take one end and wrap it around your little finger.
"There," I say emphatically, "you know what to do," and awaken here.