He hugs her some more and conjures food and drink.

Drink first, because crying has this annoying habit of ridding you of water for some reason, and then she halfheartedly nibbles on offered food that's suited for nibbling purposes.

"Sorry for being moody," she mumbles.

Snuggle. "It's not a problem."

Snuggle.

"It is for me, I don't like being moody."

"Well, all right, then; it's not something you need to apologize to me for."

Snort.

Why is he so great and also so very terrible.

Well, good thing she got more water in her, because now she's crying again.

Snuggles. Water if she wants water.

Mostly she just wants to cry on him, really.

"H-how are you... you're so nice to me and Iri and I d-don't, I don't understand, how -" She has trouble finishing this sentence because crying is known for many things, but 'improving eloquence' is not traditionally one of them.

More snuggles.

She's going to need a minute to be intelligible again.

"... If - if Iri fixes the stability what level of torture do y-you - need? You, not, n-not your magic for not exploding."

"I don't know."

"Do you think I could be enough?"

He sighs and hugs her.

"I don't think it's a question of enough, like there's an amount of torture I need in order to be happy. It's... I want things, and sometimes they're... things I don't want from you."

"I - what does that mean? That you're afraid of scaring me off or traumatizing me or am I just like, not fitting the requirements, or?"

"I don't want to hurt you in ways you won't like."

"Well. Okay, yes, I don't want you to hurt me in ways I won't like either, but." Cuddle. "I-I would really like people to stop being tortured."

Hug.

"Yeah. But hurting you in ways you won't like - doesn't get me what I want."

He snuggles her pensively for a moment, and then adds with a wry smile, "If there's someone out there who'd enjoy all the awful things I don't want to do to you, I'd be very happy to meet them."

"I can't say I really led conversations with, 'So how much would you enjoy having awful things done to you?' So if there's someone like that somewhere, I don't know where they are," she replies, just as wry. "But, yes. I - I don't know, maybe I'll turn out to be masochistic enough?"

She does not sound like she really expects herself to be masochistic enough.

Snuggle. "I... I want to be careful with you."

She attempts a smile, and ends up with half of one.

"Yeah. Thank you, for that. There's - there's how I want to take this if my priority is a healthy relationship and how I'd want to take this if my priority is keeping as many people from being hurt as possible. And they're very much not the same things, and. I'm having some trouble with that."

He hugs her.

"I think... I think those things might be more similar than you're imagining."

"... Okay," she murmurs. "So just. Focus on having a healthy relationship and hope it all works out?"

"Yeah." Hug. "I - if anything's going to convince me to stop hurting people who don't want it, it's going to be that I want you to be happy. Because I really, really do."

"I know you do," she murmurs, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Snuggle.