The smile now on Reaver's face was well hidden behind his mask. His head first tilted to the side a bit, then he took the time to look at his work. It was proceeding smoothly, just needed to keep the effort going. He could feel that himself, but the visual confirmation reassured him. He nodded at Ren, as his muttering wasn't to be interrupted at this stage of the process. Reaver noted how hard it was to hold a conversation while casting this spell. He felt he had need to practice now, it seamed a bother at this point.
As the spell proceeded, it would then grow about the length of his thumb, ((20 seconds left,) then of his larger fingers, ((10 seconds left,)) and if given the time, just short of the size of his hand, where he'd stop muttering and lower his hands. ((I'll be sure to let you interrupt with more questions as you feel need be during the process. I'll answer any of those in my next post, along with what he does with his nice black plate.))