[Olivine only gives him a reassuring smile at that arched brow. It's warm and raw, a reminder that he's more than willing to extend that trust.
And honestly, it's probably a selfish choice, too. Olivine is nothing if not predictable, and his enjoyment of Sylvain's proximity is not insignificant. Like this, there's no reason for him to move away.
Healing spells are always so pleasant, and it seems that doesn't change from world to world. A little sigh escapes despite Olivine's best efforts, shoulders sagging and eyelids drooping as tension and ache he'd been ignoring or had forgotten ease and fade.
The effect on his new piercing is familiar too, a soft tension that pulls a terrible, dirty little noise out of him. It's not that he hadn't expected it, but between each one it's just... ah. He has to remember to breathe, too, a little shaky as the magic fades.
For a moment after, he's quiet, basking in the lingering warmth before his gaze turns back upward to Sylvain.]
... I'd say that your magic works just fine. Thank you.
[He feels less clumsy with his tongue now, the swelling all but gone. It's still something to get used to, after all. Touching it to the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, he gives a contented hum after.]
I think that did the trick. It doesn't feel any different than the others now.
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And honestly, it's probably a selfish choice, too. Olivine is nothing if not predictable, and his enjoyment of Sylvain's proximity is not insignificant. Like this, there's no reason for him to move away.
Healing spells are always so pleasant, and it seems that doesn't change from world to world. A little sigh escapes despite Olivine's best efforts, shoulders sagging and eyelids drooping as tension and ache he'd been ignoring or had forgotten ease and fade.
The effect on his new piercing is familiar too, a soft tension that pulls a terrible, dirty little noise out of him. It's not that he hadn't expected it, but between each one it's just... ah. He has to remember to breathe, too, a little shaky as the magic fades.
For a moment after, he's quiet, basking in the lingering warmth before his gaze turns back upward to Sylvain.]
... I'd say that your magic works just fine. Thank you.
[He feels less clumsy with his tongue now, the swelling all but gone. It's still something to get used to, after all. Touching it to the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, he gives a contented hum after.]
I think that did the trick. It doesn't feel any different than the others now.
[convenient, really.]