[What a sad, familiar face this is. He's too much obvious to a boy who's spent half his life dodging, masking his thoughts beneath his ice instead.

Softened smiling falls to something more neutral, and Shoto shadows behind him, peeking over him at the table. With less than a moment's deliberation, he sparks light on stretched fingers, casting its glow and drifting his palms over quietly, his answer a rumbling.] I only need to combine two spells here— [As if he's decided on it, accepting no other outcome. His floating hands hover gently, letting opened palms brighten, sharp eyes narrowing while he murmurs spells quietly.]

Aqua Memory, [Growing the lightness here, glow and waters running to bead in small droplets, sending his life through them. And soon as that, their fading, dimming green brightens, lights like gold where he's wandering hands across plant's petals, mending repeatedly. He takes a breath.]

Restore.

[Stubborn demand now: he watches flowers spring back, and tiny, sunless stems straighten, drawing their colors from him. His lowering eyes flash briefly.]

I'll do it as many times as we need to. [Worried, worried...] Are there more like this?