"Hurt him?" you ask, as though the thought had never occurred to you (it hadn't). Tilting your head thoughtfully, you consider. "Well... They take in nutrients from his body. But he's magically kept in homeostasis. So it'd be assumable that the magic that sustains him as is will also sustain the mushrooms."
Turning to Peter with a bright shrug and an eager look, you grin. "But we'd have to observe to know for sure. Isn't that excitin'!?" You notice the way he pulls away and your expression falters somewhat, a sudden abashment washing over you. You weren't supposed to interfere. You were supposed to just observe.
Apricum's nose on your knee brightens you a little, but you're still quite visibly chagrined. "I can make 'em leave," you say softly, looking at the mushrooms and not Peter. "I didn't mean to make you unhappy. Or him. I'm not s'posed to interfere."
