[As they begin the walk to Zelda's home, Giorno moves between them and loosely hooks their arms together. It's-- Fugo isn't sure if comforting is the right word to describe it. Grounding, maybe. It keeps him centered on the here and now. Even if he fucked up earlier, Giorno is still here with him. Still thinks it's worth introducing him to someone who has become central to his life in Aefenglom.]

Abjuration, I suppose. Alchemy. Evocation, if we're stuck here long enough. I have some knowledge and experience with medicine, first aid, and sickness, so it makes sense to build off of that.

[Is that the right choice? Giorno has never mentioned trying to create a spell that could recreate Purple Haze's virus. Not for the first time when thinking of his Stand, Fugo finds himself feeling almost lonely. He never liked Purple Haze, but being separated from it feels wrong.]