There was nothing labyrinthine about putting the Spiritual Bond onto someone.
The System called the recipient the Bonded, which was—
'How magnificently, reductively crude.'
It felt like calling a woman you loved the Female or referring to dinner as the Caloric Intake.
But Phei didn't have a superior designation prepared, and criticizing nomenclature you couldn't improve upon was the particular province of men with too much opinion and insufficient vocabulary, so he let the semantic objection perish where it stood.
The mechanics were disarmingly elementary.
All he had to do was hold the person's hand. Murmur the ability's name. Done.
The Original Tongue runes inscribed onto the ring handled the rest — the attunement, the permanent binding, the invisible tethering of one soul's awareness to another's location and wellbeing across any distance existence cared to throw between them.
