>...
>"And that would be...?"
> "Your temperament. Your spiritual nature, your weakness. What you're made of, if you would." Tenshi says, as the scarlet flowing from you takes the form of mist, which then, with a small flick of Tenshi's sword, vanishes, and changes the local weather.
> A small breeze flows, and there is a spattering of rain. It is a little warmer.
> "A bit of sadness, maybe regret, probably caused by the past, loyalty and happiness now, and calm and collected." Tenshi mutters, before flourishing her sword, and making the red mist return, and flow back into you, except for a small amount, which flows into the sword.
> "I need some of that stuff to make my sword's powers their strongest. Don't worry, no harm done to you."