The palms are warm to the touch, if solid, smooth like well-sculpted jade. Energy lingers in them just under the surface, a soft brush of the prickling where the two forms meet. A moment needed, before the entity must come to a decision.

When then, there's a weight that comes close to Elidibus's mind. Heavy, but not forceful. Voiceless concepts suggested by feeling and implication, as unseen fingers wrap around Elidibus's hands, another's energy merging close to his aether. His hands go numb as a side effect, and the statue attempts to be quick:

Permission. Energy. Receive.

To receive, from Elidibus. The weight and the embrace release once the message is given, withdrawing back into the statue. Waiting on his decision; hoping for his understanding.