[Shut up, they're amulets. You're probably the kind of person who uses blood orange unironically in conversation, too.]
[The tendrils continue along on their paths, eventually wrapping around each of Valmont's extremities. From there, they connect to each other, eventually turning into some sort of spoked wheel. The man seems to have some passive healing magic going on; if Henry breaks his bones, they may or may not grow back. ...If they do, that's okay, though.]
[He'll just keep breaking, over and over again, until he gets bored.]
[The book returns to Henry's side, held open, pages fluttering madly. In his opposite hand, the magic twists itself into a new form, one that bears a striking resemblance to... some sort of hammer...]
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[The tendrils continue along on their paths, eventually wrapping around each of Valmont's extremities. From there, they connect to each other, eventually turning into some sort of spoked wheel. The man seems to have some passive healing magic going on; if Henry breaks his bones, they may or may not grow back. ...If they do, that's okay, though.]
[He'll just keep breaking, over and over again, until he gets bored.]
[The book returns to Henry's side, held open, pages fluttering madly. In his opposite hand, the magic twists itself into a new form, one that bears a striking resemblance to... some sort of hammer...]