Oil. Eleanor had actually wrung oil from Jocelynn's skin!
Jocelynn opened her eyes, and her jaw dropped as she saw a pool of rich, golden oil in the palm of her hand. There wasn't much, less than a spoonful, but it was there, glistening and shining in the dark.
"This is just the beginning of your power," Eleanor said with a smile on her lips as she watched Jocelynn staring in amazement at the oil in her palm. "Erkembalt has already taught you one of the uses of oil: to draw out the essence of one thing and infuse it into another. The Church has dozens of uses of Blessed Oil as well, and I'll share those with you in time, if you wish," Eleanor said.
"For now, we'll use it like lamp oil," Eleanor said with a chuckle. "I suppose I'm a whaler's daughter after all," Eleanor said with a bright smile. "When you see him again, don't you dare tell him that I treated you like blubber," Eleanor teased.
