Soft Ana, warm Ana, little ball of petals…
Bb boi got me through a crazy-ass mission earlier with only his wits and a Rakta Cernos. He needs a spa day.
(Why tea but no mouth, you say? (And a
foot hoof soak when he’s always floating…) Well, uh… Volya’s probably just throwing “comforting” things at the wall hoping they’ll stick, yelling “I’m HELPING! ;A;” It’s… a nice gesture.)