[ The decision nor act is certainly one she does not regret as well. In fact, she would give him all the more memories of their time together that she can. Memories she very much aims to make as soon as possible. However, she is aware that food will be brought to her, and there is the matter of his armor to attend to.
Despite the shift of her tone and mood, her eyes widen in anticipation for what he might say. Truthfully, she needs him to call her no other name but her own. If he wishes to give her another title, then she will more than oblige to it. He allows her to call him hers with any name. It truly means far more than she has ever expressed or could express to him.
Her ears stand entirely atop of her head at the name that leaves him. Dearest. A sparkle comes to her eyes even if the other words he speaks are true. Some wounds do not heal, and now, she has her own as he has his. Of course, she has her scars and her own baggage from her upbringing. This, however... this is so different. ]
...does it stop hurting?
[ For he would know. He is a solider and his scars and wounds from war are not just on his body. Those she can mend and heal. These wounds? The ones of the heart? She has no idea how to begin to mend them. However, if her comfort can help ease his, perhaps that is what she too needs of him.
A hand leaves his armor to reach for his face. The dark purple hand covering can be seen peeking from beneath her white robes. Her fingers are still slightly child as they rest on his cheek. Then, without warning, she moves to be on her knees so she might touch her nose to his. ]
"Dearest." [ Her tail sways side to side underneath the robe and the sparkle remains in her eyes.
Yes, she approves of the term of endearment. The familiar pounding in her ears starts as her heart beats faster. The rest of what he has said does not go unheard or unnoticed. Despite the pull of emotions that threatens to drown out everything else? What he says overpowers it all. No one other than her would be who he wishes to spend his days with. Her heart clenches. How was she so blessed to find him?
Without warning she places her mouth to his in a deep kiss. ]
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Despite the shift of her tone and mood, her eyes widen in anticipation for what he might say. Truthfully, she needs him to call her no other name but her own. If he wishes to give her another title, then she will more than oblige to it. He allows her to call him hers with any name. It truly means far more than she has ever expressed or could express to him.
Her ears stand entirely atop of her head at the name that leaves him. Dearest. A sparkle comes to her eyes even if the other words he speaks are true. Some wounds do not heal, and now, she has her own as he has his. Of course, she has her scars and her own baggage from her upbringing. This, however... this is so different. ]
...does it stop hurting?
[ For he would know. He is a solider and his scars and wounds from war are not just on his body. Those she can mend and heal. These wounds? The ones of the heart? She has no idea how to begin to mend them. However, if her comfort can help ease his, perhaps that is what she too needs of him.
A hand leaves his armor to reach for his face. The dark purple hand covering can be seen peeking from beneath her white robes. Her fingers are still slightly child as they rest on his cheek. Then, without warning, she moves to be on her knees so she might touch her nose to his. ]
"Dearest." [ Her tail sways side to side underneath the robe and the sparkle remains in her eyes.
Yes, she approves of the term of endearment. The familiar pounding in her ears starts as her heart beats faster. The rest of what he has said does not go unheard or unnoticed. Despite the pull of emotions that threatens to drown out everything else? What he says overpowers it all. No one other than her would be who he wishes to spend his days with. Her heart clenches. How was she so blessed to find him?
Without warning she places her mouth to his in a deep kiss. ]