[ The pain is obvious in the words, and he doesn't need to open his eyes for that. It's something that goes far deeper than the vitriol spit at him, and Pure Vanilla doesn't recoil from it. Instead his ears lift a little, his Staff staring at Loop yet even it seems to convey a sense of sorrow. His voice is soft, soothing. ]
Forgive me, my friend. I was unaware you were unable to eat.
[ Mouths do not mean eating. Not necessarily. He judges by the sheer anguish in Loops voice that Loop still desires to, as well. How long has it been? Vanilla doesn't know the specifics, won't ask the specifics. Not yet. Let's remedy this first, if he can.
He might make Loops pain worse but haha would not be the first time he failed.
Something easy to start with, Vanilla opening the basket to pick up an apple. Though Transmutation and Transfiguration are not his Specialty... he WAS a scholar of great standing. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he opens hie eyes and concentrates, lines lighting up underneath his robes, glowing faintly through them. Shortcuts carved into his body so he doesn't need circles drawn. The apple glows in turn, a faint light that slowly - as Vanilla glances up to Loop with eyes that shine with their own inner light (the Truth that Loop might see being who and what they are) - turns more Loop-colored. It's over and done with quickly and if Vanilla is way more tired than he should be after, he doesn't show it. Merely holds the apple out. ]
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Forgive me, my friend. I was unaware you were unable to eat.
[ Mouths do not mean eating. Not necessarily. He judges by the sheer anguish in Loops voice that Loop still desires to, as well. How long has it been? Vanilla doesn't know the specifics, won't ask the specifics. Not yet. Let's remedy this first, if he can.
He might make Loops pain worse but haha would not be the first time he failed.
Something easy to start with, Vanilla opening the basket to pick up an apple. Though Transmutation and Transfiguration are not his Specialty... he WAS a scholar of great standing. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he opens hie eyes and concentrates, lines lighting up underneath his robes, glowing faintly through them. Shortcuts carved into his body so he doesn't need circles drawn. The apple glows in turn, a faint light that slowly - as Vanilla glances up to Loop with eyes that shine with their own inner light (the Truth that Loop might see being who and what they are) - turns more Loop-colored. It's over and done with quickly and if Vanilla is way more tired than he should be after, he doesn't show it. Merely holds the apple out. ]
Please, simply hold it.