Magic was an essence of one's being, the very soul that powered their existence.
As such, you could tell even the innermost workings of one's mind through contact with their magic. It was a foreign feeling but not one you could control.
Keito had expected himself to be overwhelmed when the other began to channel his magic into him. They had decided to start inside their room, lest something went wrong and they needed a place to lay Keito afterwards.
There was a soft and small hand on the alpha's chest and a pair of blue eyes deep in concentration right in front of his face which he could not look away from.
And then there was the wave of soft energy that was flowing into his very being, soft and effortless. It was so far away from the horrors he had heard about, of the foreign magic tearing the victim apart or affecting the wielder in negative ways.
