[In the stillness that happens when the water turns off, he shivers audibly, draped all over now in cold, wet, half-burnt clothes. Reverie isn't warm, not really, but still he stays close. The caring feels warm enough for the moment.
He ventures a tiny smile.]
...Yes. That...sounds nice.
[He sidesteps the last part of the comment, though. In the back of his head, there's still a nagging thought. He's a monster now, so perhaps he's no longer just food....
But is he not still damned?
The only hint of any of this, though, is a dimness to his eyes, an exhaustion etched into his expression. He says nothing of it. It won't help, now, and...and he doesn't want to lose control again and burn Reverie.]
W-will you...help me up? I think using so much magic was...a little....
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He ventures a tiny smile.]
...Yes. That...sounds nice.
[He sidesteps the last part of the comment, though. In the back of his head, there's still a nagging thought. He's a monster now, so perhaps he's no longer just food....
But is he not still damned?
The only hint of any of this, though, is a dimness to his eyes, an exhaustion etched into his expression. He says nothing of it. It won't help, now, and...and he doesn't want to lose control again and burn Reverie.]
W-will you...help me up? I think using so much magic was...a little....