When the other moves, Peter does as well, as if he’s just now noticed how close he came in his worry2, and isn’t sure how to do anything more than shift, slightly, when what he wants is to pull away completely. Would it be rude to pull away again at this point?
Reaching out, Peter strokes a finger along the blooming ribs, pressing gently, like he’s checking for weaknesses, as if he’d be able to tell if there were any. ”If it is magic, then.. can mushrooms, and... and anything feed on it? The magic, not... not Apricum.” Truth be told, this was moving a little ahead of Peter, but he was still so interested. A spark of joy left Apricum as it was called fascination, stepping forward to bump its nose against the demigods knee, like a silent thanks.
1. At least not yet.
2. There it is.