[It's all the more difficult to hold back his hunger for blood at this close proximity, and Silence bites his own lower lip with visible fangs as a way to hold his own focus. Despite his discomfort, however, he finds himself leaning against Crowe more heavily than he'd planned - he feels a bit more woozy than he'd expected to, though there's nothing he can do about that fact other than resignedly accept it. A little lightheadedness is still infinitely better than the alternative, isn't it?
His Mystic Sword seems to have vanished, he belatedly notices; it only materializes when Silence actively calls on it, and it must have faded away during his spell-casting. He rests his remaining hand flat against Crowe's chest briefly, steadying himself on his feet with a conscious effort. Then he gives the boy a slight nod of agreement.]
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His Mystic Sword seems to have vanished, he belatedly notices; it only materializes when Silence actively calls on it, and it must have faded away during his spell-casting. He rests his remaining hand flat against Crowe's chest briefly, steadying himself on his feet with a conscious effort. Then he gives the boy a slight nod of agreement.]