One hand comes to rest upon Mithrun's shoulder, beginning to glow with soft magic. The healing of their worlds could not be more different from one another in how it feels, and Elidibus ensures that this is an especially pleasant experience. It begins with a soothing of the pain at the source before blooming into warmth.

But the heat is gentle, akin to the fire of a hearth, and in its wake it leaves unblemished skin, scale, and flesh. When the magic retreats that warmth stays behind, lingering like the touch of an old friend.

"That was the initial step of distraction, with the next being an invitation. We do not have the same facilities as in our previous world, but what we lack I am able to make up for with magic."

Now, he grins. "Would you like to make some crème brûlée?"