Five of Pentacles

It was late at night, while the children were already laying in bed sleeping off their sorrow of the day, while Eiro was sitting on the rocking chair that Jura often sat in during the day, with Nelli floating right in front of him.

"In case anything happens, I'm here. If you're overwhelmed, I'll cover your ears and nose in water, so breathe through your mouth if you can." Nelli explained quietly, and Eiro slowly nodded his head as he looked at the card in front of him. "Remember, the Pentacle Suit is different to the others, you can't get rid of the cards anymore as long as you live." She pointed out, so Eiro simply sighed as he looked at her.

"I know, I read about that." He replied, and then slowly breathed in as much air as his body could handle and then pushed his mana out of his fingers into the golden card inbetween them as he held his eyes shut.