"It'll probably wash out or go back to normal after awhile," he assured, rather than give his opinion on the look of it. "Magical things like this are usually temporary.."

Eleven's weight shifted, indecisive, then hurriedly bent to wipe up as much of the mess as he could within a few minutes. If only he were more adept with practical spells, but convenient as they could be, he wasn't overfond of the time wasted learning them only to save time later for something he could do himself anyway.

In the end, smudges remained but the majority of the mess wiped up in a pile of towels that had also begun to turn that precise shade of purple.

"You're in Eiather with me, right? If you need help."