He carefully grasps Ophion's hand in his own, his cold skeletal fingers sending chills into Ophion's warm scales.The magic fights slightly against Ophion's possession ward, but ultimately gives way to his magic. His black, undead hand feels like cold, ash coated bones, filled with dreadful power. He takes in a burst of unhealthy energies and feelings from Ophion, and sends out a surge of pure life energy into his body, revitalizing and energizing his entire body. He looks at Ophion, his tired, burning white eyes showing concern. "How do you feel?"