[When the healing works... well... entirely as intended, he does let out a sigh of relief. Sure, he's been practicing, but... he hasn't exactly had the chance to practice too much on people he cares about, and if ever there was a time to not mess it up, it would have been right now.
...Maybe the worry was for nothing. Either way, he takes the compliment in stride and gives Felix a wink, because there's no way he's admitting he was concerned.
What he does do is let the silence drag on between them. There's a time to chatter on about everything and nothing, and there's a time to keep quiet, and this feels like the latter. He knows he's right, anyway, and he can tell that Felix is working on coming to terms with that in his own way.
He knows he's managed it when he pulls the blanket down off his head and lets his ears perk up somewhat. His hair is a mess, he's really pouting, and... well, Sylvain isn't all that helpful, because he kind of thinks they're cute, and is kind of wondering just what a headpat would do to Felix - or, worse, what petting behind those ears of his would do.
He gives in to the impulse somewhat - satisfies himself by leaning closer to reach out and run his fingers through Felix's hair, gently pulling out tangles and making it less of a tousled mess and more like himself.]
You'll get them back when we go home, Felix. Might as well get used to these, for now. Maybe they'll help you fight, once you are.
[A... small attempt to make it Not The Worst Thing - if only because he has a sneaking suspicion that worse is yet to come.]
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...Maybe the worry was for nothing. Either way, he takes the compliment in stride and gives Felix a wink, because there's no way he's admitting he was concerned.
What he does do is let the silence drag on between them. There's a time to chatter on about everything and nothing, and there's a time to keep quiet, and this feels like the latter. He knows he's right, anyway, and he can tell that Felix is working on coming to terms with that in his own way.
He knows he's managed it when he pulls the blanket down off his head and lets his ears perk up somewhat. His hair is a mess, he's really pouting, and... well, Sylvain isn't all that helpful, because he kind of thinks they're cute, and is kind of wondering just what a headpat would do to Felix - or, worse, what petting behind those ears of his would do.
He gives in to the impulse somewhat - satisfies himself by leaning closer to reach out and run his fingers through Felix's hair, gently pulling out tangles and making it less of a tousled mess and more like himself.]
You'll get them back when we go home, Felix. Might as well get used to these, for now. Maybe they'll help you fight, once you are.
[A... small attempt to make it Not The Worst Thing - if only because he has a sneaking suspicion that worse is yet to come.]