Perhaps attuned to Leilara's trail of thought, Yrsa gives the barest of nods to the little girl and raises her hand. Spreading her fingers far apart, she gives a gentle push while whispering a slippery, slithering word. As her hand completes the gesture, a spectral copy is pushed forth. Yrsa wills her
Mage Hand to smother the flames of the indicated torch.
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