The movement reminds him of someone. Someone who can perform acts of creation with a snap of his fingers, who can perform feats of magic beyond the capabilities of mortal man with ease.

Rhea'li huffs a laugh into his palm. "I'm afraid you must simply do your good deeds the way man has always done so." He gestures with his free hand before resting it on the table. "There are always ways within one's power to grant another succor. You just need to listen."