More time is ideal, thanks. [ She'll try anything at this point, honestly. The pain is getting to the point where she finds it hard to joke about.

Cecily extends her palm and shuts her eyes when advised, frowning and silently hoping that this works. If not Taako, then she may have to ask the gods, and she hates to be in their debt.

... Luckily for everyone involved, the anchor does seem to calm a bit. She exhales slowly as the light fades, as the pain recedes, and flexes her fingers, testing it. ]

Thank the Maker. [ She mutters, clenching her hand, looking up to Taako with genuine relief. ] Or, really, thank you, seeing as you're the one who actually did something.

[ What's the Maker ever done for her, anyway? Bloody nothing. ]

I can guess it's not gone for good, but this is more than enough.