They're dressed and should probably be heading to Ben's office!

Asher says, "it's pretty cool to think that we might have enough all powerful magic that we get to experiment to see what works best."

"Yeah," he agrees.

Asher will have to lead the way to Ben's office because Tazalkyran has pretty much no idea where absolutely anything is at all.

He does!

Also he holds Tazalkyran's hand and grins at him.

Ee handholding!!!!!

Ben's in his throne room with two dogs, a cat, a three-foot tall person, and a blue floating person who doesn't have any feet. 

"--I'm in a meeting."

Tazalkyran has no idea how to weight the importance of their news versus this meeting; he glances at Asher.

"Trust me, Ben, you want to hear this."

"I'm sorry," Ben says to the two dogs, one cat, one three-foot-tall person, and footless blue person, "I know it was impossible for all of us to find a time, but I really do need to talk to Asher."

(That sure is a spectacle but eh, he'll get used to it eventually.)

When they leave, he says, "What's up?"

"I'm in love with Tazalkyran and we've done true love magic twice this afternoon."

"...I think we're maybe going to have to rewrite some magical theory textbooks."

"It was surprisingly easy? I was not at all expecting it to be that easy!"

"Can you try doing it again? I don't know what Asher wants that's reasonably sized--"

Asher grabs a ceremonial knife off Ben's desk and stabs his hand with it. "Kiss me."

Tazalkyran bursts out laughing. And kisses him. And squeezes his hand, because that's hot and what is impulse control.

And, as the giggles fade—

—mine, my favourite, my treasure, safe happy healthy safe safe safe—

And Tazalkyran's fingers are pushed out of Asher's hand as it heals.

"Welp."

He hugs Asher, smiling dreamily. "Honestly it's pretty fun," he says. "I get to do magic by having feelings."

"So at the very least you can heal Asher," he says. "I assume last time was also a healing?"

"Yep!"

"So, my turn," Ben says, and cuts himself.

"What-- no-- what if he can't heal you, you dumbass--"

He closes his eyes and leans into Asher—he can feel the tension in his body, the concern for his friend—Asher loves Ben, he's pretty sure, maybe not Like That but enough that it hurts him to see Ben hurt, and things are not allowed to hurt Asher. Asher is precious and must be protected.