[Onni listens carefully to everything he's told about the monster, and the person who made it. A living shadow, the shade, the darkness. Merzost, an abomination, life where it shouldn't be.

He knows exactly who to call upon.]

Päivätär, then.

[His voice is soft as he says it, and he nods, watching as Nikolai holds his hands out to show Onni. Hooking the kantele back onto his belt, he takes Nikolai's hand in his and traces the scars with his fingers, trying to see if he can get a read on any energy from them, his own hands soft from wearing gloves all the time.]

Alright. Thank you for telling me.

[It's genuine, because he knows it can't have been easy, to talk about something so personal and so obviously traumatic.]

Päivätär is the goddess of the sun and life. She rules light and life, and it seems she would be a good counter to this thing created that shouldn't be alive, and is made of darkness. I can sing to Päivätär for you.

[A definitive nod, and he takes the kantele from his belt again, moving to the door and holding the instrument against himself. He strums a few chords, finding the proper tune, and then starts to chant. The poetry comes out of him like a living thing, he spins the words together in metaphor and simile, calling to Päivätär and entreating her help to create a barrier, a ward against the shadow thing that his friend is to become, entreats her and calls upon her love of life to protect it now, her love of light to defend against the darkness.

When it comes to a stop, he opens his eyes, and exhales heavily. The feeling of his own magic is heavy in the room, around the door, and he nods.]

I think this will hold. It's not as strong as what I could do at home, but it's something.