Then attempt to watch, he can. There is some effort to keep it separated, from melding with the other energy, by the way it's traceable; a ball of thread, if being frayed at the edges, pulled out, their ends disappearing into the rest around it.

The energy around it shifts in turn, but it's not until about halfway through, that what it's attempting to do may become obvious. If Elidibus watches, feels, senses - there is a read, a signature, new, familiar yet foreign. An echo, mimicry. Some of the energy given by Elidibus has flowed and combine with the being, but there is an attempt to make more. Or at least, something close.

Behold, what may be marvellous for the time taken, but also: a rush job to make a more agreeable line of connection.

A feeling will finally come over Elidibus's hands, whether they lay still with the statue's or not. The sensation from before not as strong (and certainly, not the one that had turned his hands numb), but some level of protection has been coated over.

By it, if with a distance that doesn't penetrate the boundaries of Elidibus's being, the being can express by feeling. And with it, it expresses gratitude for one's presence.