"He can't eat!" the Boss called out, floating closer. He sounded amused. "His physical functions are suspended. He is purely magical now. You can't feed a god with pastries, my dear."
Primrose ignored him. She looked at Vali's face. The grey veins were spreading. He was going to die.
"He's not a god," Primrose whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "He's a little boy who likes biting and wrestling."
She dropped the cake. It was useless.
She didn't know spells. She didn't know combat arts. She didn't know how to fight Void Gods.
But she knew how to comfort a child.
Primrose reached out. She didn't try to feed him. She didn't try to restrain him.
She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled his forehead against hers.
"It's okay," she whispered, closing her eyes. "Let it go, Vali. You don't have to be strong right now. Nanny's got you."
Contact.
The moment skin touched skin, the world turned white.
