There we are. I'll even forgive your stealing my hat.

[ Absinthe murmurs, soft, soothing as his hand pries its way through tissue and tears viscera on the way back up to Levity's heart. if this weren't a dream it'd take more strength than he had to do so; thankfully, they don't need realism here!

so he can take a hold of Levity's heart and squeeze it, firmly. ]