Sickly [open]

He blinked in surprise as he felt the furry appendage curl around his wrist, though only offered a soft smile when he met Wei's exhausted gaze. His concern reared its head again at the look he was getting, and bent his head down to nuzzle his cheek against Wei's.

Yup. He was much too used to comforting an easily affectionate boy who had the instincts of a wolf cub.

"Please sleep, Mr. Wei. I will help you if you wish, using my magic to ward away any unpleasant dreams, but only with your permission." He whispered during a lull in his lullaby, then picked up the humming again, wine-red gaze watching Wei in an odd jumble of emotions-- fondness, concern, worry, care.

{Sorry for the short post ;;;; }

Arren waited patiently for the boy's answer, willing to give him his time to sort out his decision. Considering the clues from Wei's all-to-frequent visits to the Infirmary, the state Arren had found him in earlier, and the comfort Wei was lapping up, it came as no surprise to the wizard when the little monkey mumbled his consent.

Though his humming continued, the soft song became filled with words of power, words meant to invoke good dreams and safe sleep, to replace the harmless ones of the lullaby.

Once, Arren's mentor had brought him to a small community of practitioners of their specific type of magic; wizard was a broad term, and many magics were specialized and very particular. The community consisted of about seven families, and while there, Arren had learned a thing or two about spells meant to be used by parents.

The one he would be using to help Wei was one of them.

As he concentrated his will into the words, the air seemed to thicken as his magic began to react, dancing around the pair like an eager puppy waiting for a command. It had taken Arren years to learn how to shape his magic in such a way, but it made the power easier to utilize.

He knew there was a slight chance it wouldn't work-- nightmares brought about by malicious magic would not be as affected and needed to be fought directly, for example-- but, for Wei's sake, he hoped it did.

Eventually, his murmuring died down back into the simple lullaby, though the air still shimmered with Arren's magic. Wei's dreams should remain peaceful for the night, and in the event that even that wasn't possible, then his slumber would remain dreamless. Either way, Wei would be protected while Arren was there.

Arren simply continued his lullaby, paying no heed to the surprisingly frightening image Wei had made. He'd seen plenty of mouthfuls of sharpened teeth in his fairly long life-- both Jace and Ace's teeth were somewhat different than normal--, and Wei didn't seem like the type to purposefully use them to intimidate. Maybe if he felt threatened, but the little monkey boy always seemed so harmlessly sweet, if a bit overworked, to Arren. Regardless, he subtly began cuddling the little monkey as he felt the boy relaxing in his embrace, his humming trailing off when he was certain that Wei was completely asleep.

He did, however, remain awake himself the whole night. He wanted to make sure that he would be able to react quickly and efficiently on the off chance his spell didn't work and Wei had another nightmare. That odd part of him didn't like the thought of Wei suffering anymore, and while he knew he shouldn't be so attached to a student-- an underage student no less!— he couldn't help it.

And so, he held Wei tightly, cuddling and nuzzling whenever he could, and waited the night out.