"Wilhelm, listen to me." Istredd steps closer to him, his voice soft. He reaches out as he has to Lucifer before when in difficult emotional positions, and if Wilhelm allows him, he will place a hand on his arm gently. A sign of physical support to ground him. He tries not to think about how that very gesture is something he learned from Stregobor, but it used to give him comfort. It sometimes still does, unfortunately.

"You can. You're making yourself sick because you're denying something that is a part of you now. I know it's not fair and you didn't ask for this, but it's as much a part of you as the blood in your veins. That's magic. Think of it like the energy that powers your heart, that zips through your brain. It's all connected in your life-force." Istredd knows this reality well, it's exactly what mages have to live with in his world. Taken from homes and families and accept the reality.

"The important part is you are not alone. There are people all around you who care. It's not weak to accept help." Istredd is getting a little better at being a teacher every day. It is a skill he never attempted at, but now he is starting to like it.

"If I could guarantee a way to help you use your magic where you can't hurt anyone or anything, would you consider it?"