[her actions are startling, but after he has half a second to gawk and be useless, he has to do something. so he reaches for her prosthetic again, tugging it back and trying to think of the right words, the right spell to murmur it into sleep. harder to do to separate out Zero and the flower, but he can do it if he calms down. thinks about the nature of a spell, pulls out something he hasn't dealt with in a while.
there's a murmur of energy that passes over his skin, his lips silently moving, trying to not trip on a line. to encircle the presence, pull it into an illusion, weave the cradle of dreams to keep it calmer, unaware. the flowers around their feet begin to wither and die, him pulling energy from them to fuel this, concentrating to the extent of forgetting for a moment that this isn't Avalon - it doesn't smell the same, doesn't feel the same. if she's going to rip it out, then immediately afterwards, he'll probably have to help stem blood loss.]
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there's a murmur of energy that passes over his skin, his lips silently moving, trying to not trip on a line. to encircle the presence, pull it into an illusion, weave the cradle of dreams to keep it calmer, unaware. the flowers around their feet begin to wither and die, him pulling energy from them to fuel this, concentrating to the extent of forgetting for a moment that this isn't Avalon - it doesn't smell the same, doesn't feel the same. if she's going to rip it out, then immediately afterwards, he'll probably have to help stem blood loss.]