[ YEAH CLIVE SORT OF STOPPED TO STARE CAUSE EXCUSE HIM.

Vanilla smiles a little, lightly, his glancing at the circles he'd made. Precision, healing - which he cannot invoke anymore even with magic circles - while also cutting away the tissues that's clumped up. ]

It is not something I have personally attempted here. It is not unheard of, scars can be a fatal flaw in a warrior, after all, who needs to swing a sword but a scar has knitted his side too tight, and at home I would keep my husband quite healed free of scars....

[ ... Yeah, Clive understands that. ]

But... I know this may sound weird, but I was a Cookie once upon a time, and Cookie bodies are not human bodies. I have healed human bodies but never deeply as I have once Cookie bodies. Compared to a thousand or two years of Cookie experience, my time with human bodies has been less than a year.

Oh, not at all, it's not rude. I was unaware you knew! Yes, before coming here I was a "gingerbread" shaped Cookie. Exactly as you would imagine it.

[ He gently crosses his legs at the knee, settling his hands in his lap, mind already dissecting what plants may be used to duplicate the young mans medication. He needs to ease the pain of the cough, reduce inflammation, prevent it from reoccurring... ]

I would not say difficult. My magics work here much as they did back home. Different, oh yes. Blood compared to jam. Meat and flesh, rather than dough and yeast. Yet the principle is the same. Life to quicken in the injuries, to urge them to close. It has not been too hard to shift things around. And I am blessed to be in company of individuals who share the same passions, and [ A little laugh ] who are far more intelligent than I.

[ He can see the confusion because while Joshua is being so polite and frowning at the book, Clive is frowning openly with a head tilt. He beams in return and brings the notepad around to draw the gingerbread man shape. Then he very carefully draws his icing on. He's not the best artist in the world but it's good enough to look like him as a Cookie, then slides it over so they can see and be less confused. ]

I thank you for saying so, I would hope my long years would impart some wisdom into me.

[ His face crinkles up into a good-natured smile and his tail wiggle indicates he's pleased and not at all belittling himself so much as like... well, he's a Grandpa. He Grandpa's. ]

My friend, if I may ask, your healing. How does it work?

[ If Clive looks edgy he doesn't say anything about it. ]

Haha- ow....

[ He rubs his cheek but his tail wiggles.

Message heard loud and clear, dear. ]

[ And he watches quietly, thoughtfully. Healing flame. He's silent for a moment after, rubbing his chin with his fingers. ]

Does it drain upon you to use it?

[ They need all the healers they can get, but if it worsens Joshua's condition, he's not going to ask it of him. ]

[ That isn't, he understands and it makes him feel more comfortable to ask. ]

May I request your aid at the Clinic? We are, unfortunately, down to one experienced Healer and several in training, so it would help tremendously to have another skilled in it on standby should something happen to our main Healer.

[ Clive is side-eying a little. If you exhaust his brother so help him-

And Pure Vanilla sees that look. Haha... ]

If it is too much a strain, however, please, do not push yourself.

[ That mollifies Clive and he turns his attention back to White Lily, and Pure Vanilla no longer feels like he's staring down a feral cream wolf. Whew.

He gives Joshua a little sigh and sits back, fingers folding together. ]

How much have you learned of our situation here?

[ Thankfully his staff is watching and he's able to take the book back without incident, otherwise this might have been awkward. He sets it on the table and sighs, frowning. ]

It is what we have been told, but it is up to you whether you choose to believe it.

[ Clive won't, Gods all have their own agendas. He doesn't buy it. ]

As for the entity... indeed. Though it is currently in a weakened, sleeping state due to the weather, when it begins to warm you will see it stir once more. It delights in tormenting and torturing us, merely for the perceived Sin of having his Sisters and her Wifes affection and love. As such, whenever it can, it will do as much damage as it is able. Those who can heal are always in dire need.