Their reassurance comes promptly and it's both a relief and... not really surprising, somehow? They've seen worse than an undead soul. Besides, neither of them is going to back out now. Neither of them is the type to take even a single step back once they've set their hearts on something, once they've made a decision, unless maybe someone's hand is pulling them back. They are, truly, in the shit now.
"There's a spell I know, that casts my soul out of my body? It probably doesn't work in this plane, but--" She hasn't exactly had reason to try Magic Jar, but let's be real, that's just how it is on this bitch of an island. Also, this is a dream? It's not like she'd be physically casting the spell anyway, her soul wouldn't go anywhere, and--- She's just bad at letting somebody else take the lead. But she can, she's done it before. Necromancy was always Barry's field of study, he was the expert and he taught her the basics, once they'd discovered the lich ritual and hatched their plan. It's just like that, and this time nobody's even risking their lives and sanity.
Recalling that ritual, a small part of her is wondering - shouldn't she want Taako here? Would he be freaking out, would he ask her not to bare her soul to anyone, let alone to the child who killed him? But this isn't something he could understand, and that's a good thing. She's got to do this.
Lup takes a breath as well, releasing the compulsive attempt at control and leans in, ears long since free of their defensive press and now canting forward with her rapt attention. "Nevermind. I'll focus, you do the rest." She cups her free hand in front of her chest like they did, and lets herself be drawn to the crimson in their eyes. Silently forming the incantation for Magic Jar in her mind, just in case, just as a mantra. Forming a focal point for the arcane energies she controls so naturally, so expertly, then weaving her spiritual energies into them and finally - reaching out, to the red glow filling her vision.
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"There's a spell I know, that casts my soul out of my body? It probably doesn't work in this plane, but--" She hasn't exactly had reason to try Magic Jar, but let's be real, that's just how it is on this bitch of an island. Also, this is a dream? It's not like she'd be physically casting the spell anyway, her soul wouldn't go anywhere, and--- She's just bad at letting somebody else take the lead. But she can, she's done it before. Necromancy was always Barry's field of study, he was the expert and he taught her the basics, once they'd discovered the lich ritual and hatched their plan. It's just like that, and this time nobody's even risking their lives and sanity.
Recalling that ritual, a small part of her is wondering - shouldn't she want Taako here? Would he be freaking out, would he ask her not to bare her soul to anyone, let alone to the child who killed him? But this isn't something he could understand, and that's a good thing. She's got to do this.
Lup takes a breath as well, releasing the compulsive attempt at control and leans in, ears long since free of their defensive press and now canting forward with her rapt attention. "Nevermind. I'll focus, you do the rest." She cups her free hand in front of her chest like they did, and lets herself be drawn to the crimson in their eyes. Silently forming the incantation for Magic Jar in her mind, just in case, just as a mantra. Forming a focal point for the arcane energies she controls so naturally, so expertly, then weaving her spiritual energies into them and finally - reaching out, to the red glow filling her vision.