[Yeah, no, that's not a fun time. The forest protests being cleansed, the bits of it that have become part of Elsword anyway and not what currently lies dormant, and the writhing only worsens for the first few seconds while the vines thrash within his eye socket. Elsword bites his bottom lip until it bleeds, trying to hold back the shriek that he knows is coming.
That little flame doesn't do much, but it does enough. The vines retract, some of them burning up at the ends, and the flame doesn't damage his skin. It didn't the last time this happened to him, either.
Elsword doesn't focus on much other than Mizuki's hands and tentacles on him after that. At a certain point, he thinks he goes numb to everything, likely his body completely shutting down on him to keep him from completely collapsing.]
S-sorry. I... didn't want you to worry about me.
[Nor does he want to hurt Mizuki, which is why his hands are squeezing his thighs and not him. He knows better than to grip anything else, knowing the strength in his fingers alone.]
dead dove do not eat all the way down for the folks at home
That little flame doesn't do much, but it does enough. The vines retract, some of them burning up at the ends, and the flame doesn't damage his skin. It didn't the last time this happened to him, either.
Elsword doesn't focus on much other than Mizuki's hands and tentacles on him after that. At a certain point, he thinks he goes numb to everything, likely his body completely shutting down on him to keep him from completely collapsing.]
S-sorry. I... didn't want you to worry about me.
[Nor does he want to hurt Mizuki, which is why his hands are squeezing his thighs and not him. He knows better than to grip anything else, knowing the strength in his fingers alone.]