Hilana was thankful for the hymn from Finn - she was certain that Lia would have appreciated it too, though she thought her sister was far more focused on keeping herself as still and calm as possible, and not, despite the urges and every sense that she possessed screaming for her to do something, anything, to make this stop. She mouthed 'Gratias' at her Karnorian friend, not wanting to add to the sounds around them otherwise. Athalia breathed, repeating a passage over and over and over, fighting the pain and sensations that were going on. She needed to stay centred and grounded, and considering her very soul was being worked over, her essence being changed as Lykos utilized his mastery in multiple disciplines to do what they had only theorized as possible.
At the edges of Lia's awareness, Finn's light shone and it was warm. Away from the cold emptiness of the Void... and to the warmth and light of this world. Divine Radiance, Argent Resplendence, give me strength. Please help me through this so that I may serve Your goals. She could not pray to Lykos as that was sacrilegious, but she believed in their friend all the same. She had faith in him and what he was doing. Orange and black entwined with blue, even as tendril after tendril of the black was stripped away, surgically excised with the precision that she would expect from a master Kineticist.
While Athalia was resolute, Hilana was glad of the ink well and brush that she held, because if she hadn't had those, she might very well have been wringing the fabric of her cloak while they observed this ritual. At Lykos' warning, though, she looked to Lia, biting her bottom lip. "I understand," the elder of the two women murmured. The way the Rathari's Rune of Nyx was glowing, Hilana half-wondered if he was sending that energy that was being stripped from Lia back to the Void. That cold was not as horrific as the other sensations, but for someone who was Arche to Fire, it was unpleasant indeed. But with her soul in his head, her legs did waver until she checked herself, her breathing resuming as her hands relaxed. Calm, peace. With every breath, she was letting go of the sensations, and she was inside, bathed in the light.
Decius observed the whole procedure through Semblance - as young a demigod as Lykos was, that didn't discount his power. The experience of the Sentinel helped with keeping his own sanity intact while he observed this procedure. He would need to make the report later, and this way... if they ever needed to do this again... it could, perhaps, be replicated. Or, well, have him do it again. But with luck, there wouldn't be a reason for this to be done again. This was also a chance to see Nyx in action, and considering how new the Rune was... it was another valuable opportunity for him and the order to be prepared for it later on.
When the lights seemed to flicker, Hilana was not about allow the darkness to envelope them, though it stabilized without her needing to do something about it. Decius observed Athalia and Lykos to make sure that there were no traces of the Void leaking from either, and was well-satisfied with the results. The wards had taken a bit of a beating around them, but he turned his attention to layering the ceiling once more, less concerned about the others. That mess was the only worrisome part of this place to him now that the worst of the ritual had passed. Now it was about recovery, and hoping that the Void hadn't stripped out chunks of Lia with it when it was being excised.
Hilana focused on the earthen floor around them, and the golden floral rune that filled her right palm became active while she formed chairs from the ground for Lykos and Lia to sit on and rest. With the ground rising to meet her, Lia sat, her chest rising and falling raggedly. There was a scar under her clavicle, where Lykos had reached into her being. She took a minute to answer his question, needing to think about it. "I am warm," she said slowly, with a small smile. "Risen from the ash anew." She was also exhausted, but she was no longer cold - the fire within her roared anew, surging from the top of her scalp to the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair, and her hands found the demigod's. She squeezed them, though her grip was not as strong as it usually was. Hilana set aside the inkwell and the brush, getting out her star thistle restoratives for the two of them. The pale purple liquid was offered to the two of them in vials, and Athalia only released Lykos' hands so that they could take them. "I thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Gratias," she bowed her head and shoulders to him respectfully. She would hug him when they had had a bit to recover. But for the first time in what felt like forever... she felt free.
Freedom, true freedom was a lie, as any Varvaeryn devotee knew, as there would always be a master. But for now... for the first time in forever... that master was no longer the Void. That pull, that tether, that horrible corrosion... was gone.
