Autor tries to raise his hands to fend her off, but he's too tired. His movements are clumsy, sluggish, and he moves his head slowly so that he doesn't end up staggering to the floor from dizziness.

"I'm fine," he rasps, hating himself. He grips her arm with surprising strength, stopping her and steadying himself. "I had to see if the ritual worked. So I could Spin."