"idonw..don..wann..."
(Shadow Milk slurs, curling in on himself slightly and only stopping when he hits the hilt of the glowing purple sword.)
"I believe that going home would be... best.. once he is healed, preferably."
(Pure Vanilla shows some hesitance towards the idea, but it quickly disappears in favor of uncurling Shadow Milk to expose the,, massive sword inside of him. don't make the sex joke, I know it's right there)
Healer: Okay... you three ready? Here goes...
(The Fount snaps his fingers, and the very bloody sword is transported out of Shadow Milk's body - and at the same time, the strange sound of magic breaking under his own echoes across the mountain. Meanwhile, Healer and Saint press all their magic into the blue Cookie's body.)
