Oh, how silly you were to Pure Vanilla…You were very clumsy, but in an endearing way to the Ancient—always tripping, causing minor accidents, breaking a few stuff with your stumbles, then rambling out apologies while you frantically try to clean up the mess. Pure Vanilla never got upset with your little accidents, the only thing that brings a frown to his face at one of your messes is whenever you’d injure your pretty, little self…!

You can’t possibly tell him you’re fine when your knee is literally bleeding jam with a big scar on it as you try to stifle your hisses of pain! Let him tend to you! He’s not a healer for nothing, he’ll be extra gentle and careful with you as he coos and peppers you with compliments, and affectionate words.

Today was no different. You had been running with silverware in your hands, clearly in a rush to help Hollyberry Cookie with another banquet she was having, and had managed to trip on your own two feet, the silverware breaking into smithereens on the floor, and a few of the glass pieces of it going through your skin. To make it worse, it was right in-front of Pure Vanilla who paused at the loud sound and looked down at your embarrassed figure, the bluebird he was holding quickly flying away, startled.

“Oh, you poor thing…Don’t you know my robes getting ruined is the least of my concern when you’re injured like this?” His soft hands gently cupped your own that were bleeding slightly from the glass that fell in it, his lips forming into a frown, “Let me heal you—you and your delicate hands don’t deserve such pain after all...” He coos, crouching beside you and pulling you into his arms to heal your wounds as he held your hands close, even going as far as kissing it.