[He seems in a deep sleep, though not a very restful one, as she comes over to look at him. Once she begins to heal him, that cool, soothing magic gently running through him, he begins to stir.]
[His eyes are ...tired, disoriented. They are a soft gold and blue much like Shadow Milk's.]
...?
[He looks up at her and "oh!"s very softly, weakly, and offers her a smile.]
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[His eyes are ...tired, disoriented. They are a soft gold and blue much like Shadow Milk's.]
...?
[He looks up at her and "oh!"s very softly, weakly, and offers her a smile.]
It's you. You heard me, after all.... I'm glad.