Draining the magic out of the golem core was proving to be a rather tricky process. Nevin could have just cracked the thing let it all flood out - he had protections in place here, in his little workshop, that would have kept both himself and Felicity safe from the outpouring. But the blood alchemist had a different idea in mind, had something he could use the core for if it remained undamaged.

Right now, the thing was absorbing ambient mana in the air, and through a process that he could just barely follow, converting it into the earth-natured mana that had been empowering the golem before. That in itself wasn't too unusual, a few similar things tended to do that. No, what Nevin was interested by was the quality of the conversion. While it wasn't perfect, it was rather highly effective - and the core itself was a high quality gem. He could use that, once he had removed the earth nature from the conversion, and set something more appropriate in place.

To do this, he was having to keep the gem starved of ambient mana, so that it stopped the conversion. Once he finished that, he would be able to bleed out the last of the earth magic, and begin working to change the core so that it did wht he was needing it to. Slow and a bit difficult - and largely boring.

A rustle of motion drew Nevin's attention, and he turned his head to see Felicity curl up into a small ball on the cot hanging from one wall. It was the first time she had moved since he brought her down here twenty minutes ago. The alchemist was glad the young redhead was moving again - he could have tried to bring her out of her strange shock, but he had no idea what had triggered it, so he didn't know if he would make it worse in the attempt. No, being patient seemed to have been the right answer here.

He started to turn to her after making sure that the core was firmly secured - and she scrambled up, backwards, pressing herself against the wall and shivering violently as her hand clutched at her waist. Attempting to draw her sword, perhaps - which was currently laying a short distance away, on one of the tables down here. Nevin had thought it wise not to leave the panicking girl in the depths of some attack with a means to accidentally hurt herself so close at hand.

He folded his arms together and tilted his head to one side, watching as clarity returned to Felicity'eyes - followed swiftly by comprehension. She murmured some apology as she drew back, her body language closing up as she raised her knees to her chest and curled her arms around them. The blood mage shook his head once and relaxed his own posture.

"You've nothing to apologize for, little snowflake. No harm was done, and you are safe and sound. Come, unfurl and sit up. You may need to stretch yourself out, I don't know how badly your muscles locked up in that spasm." He rolled one hand at her, indicating she needed to stand up from the bed.