"I don't understand".
Ijoras words make Isla roll her eyes as she lays on her side after stretching, having slept for two days straight her body is stiff.
They sit in front of the tower relay of the largest tower in the center of Hel, the blessed flame wafts around them slowly.
Ijora can not leave the tower at the moment, but he can make sure Isla sleeps well, and safely.
"I'll try it again... slower this time".
"The spiritual root sends out energy, not all the time, in waves and different sizes and frequencies"
"The body receives this energy".
"This energy runs up and down our body like an electrical current".
"You remember what 'electricity' is right"?
"It is like a little lightning... or when something gets struck by lightening, it is 'electrified'".
The words make Ijoras eye twitch, betraying his time in the nameless village.
