“A-alright, h-honey…” Siglos said softly. Gingerly, he climbed onto Sylvia's shoulders again, before placing a lithe hand on the burnt fabric of her sweater. Slowly, mana began to flow down from his palm, coating the material in a small layer of magic. A gentle, ripple of energy began to surround Sylvia, the burnt fibers expanding and thickening as they wrapped themselves around her body. In a few short moments, the sweater was whole again, as if it had never been damaged.
“I-I used a…b-basic restoration s-spell o-on it. L-let m-me know if I-I n-need to…s-stitch a-anything else…” He said softly.