"I know." A wordless sense of sympathy accompanies the verbal telepathy, careful and reserved to avoid bleedover, but meant with affection.
Once again, Ziggy's surprised him. He can feel as well as see the glimmer of energy through the touch of his magic and Ziggy's forehead. He doesn't gasp this time, but he makes a soft murmuring noise. The warmth and openness make sense, upon reflection. That's certainly what Ziggy's personality has always been like, in Rondo's experience. A little childish, sometimes, but evidently he's only adolescent, so that makes sense.
"Your father thought drinking a little might help you. Can you do that now?" He's still not willing to press the point, if Ziggy refuses, but Tom seemed so worried, and so caring even in his exhaustion, Rondo imagines he knows what he's talking about.
"If not, I may be able to do a painkilling spell, at least."
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Once again, Ziggy's surprised him. He can feel as well as see the glimmer of energy through the touch of his magic and Ziggy's forehead. He doesn't gasp this time, but he makes a soft murmuring noise. The warmth and openness make sense, upon reflection. That's certainly what Ziggy's personality has always been like, in Rondo's experience. A little childish, sometimes, but evidently he's only adolescent, so that makes sense.
"Your father thought drinking a little might help you. Can you do that now?" He's still not willing to press the point, if Ziggy refuses, but Tom seemed so worried, and so caring even in his exhaustion, Rondo imagines he knows what he's talking about.
"If not, I may be able to do a painkilling spell, at least."