A light breeze drifts by, but not one natural; as difficult as it might be to perceive the intricacies of energy in this world, Elidibus will be able to tell that, if just by the warmth in-cased in it.

Energy then reaches for his hands with another warmth, but one that brings a layer of discomfort over skin, under it. A prickling from the energy, yet one that isn't attempting to reach in deep. Instead, there's a tug - and the opened hands of the statue glow, softly.