Horvath's gaze flits to the arched ceiling, lost in the shadowy heights above. "...Some things do, yes. This should."
He nuzzles the tail at his throat a little. Whisper is purring, curled behind his head possessively. "I don't like to think of you dying so many times, but I'm glad you've come back. Can you tell if that part of the magic is still active?" He's reluctant to prod at the muddled curse too much without explicit permission.
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Date: 2015-01-03 01:44 pm (UTC)He nuzzles the tail at his throat a little. Whisper is purring, curled behind his head possessively. "I don't like to think of you dying so many times, but I'm glad you've come back. Can you tell if that part of the magic is still active?" He's reluctant to prod at the muddled curse too much without explicit permission.