[... She liked seeing the smile much more. These days, she at least understood why. Even if she still struggled with the motion herself, her smiles rare and precious little vulnerabilities... He knew what to look at in her face and her body language that would prove to him how she felt in other ways. Like how she doesn't pull away when her feet finally find solid ground again, looking up at him like...
Well, like she still very confused by having to look up at him, but.]
... We have half a day in these... whatever these are.
[Whether they were just visions, hallucinations, madness... they seemed real enough. They felt real, and smelled real, and looked real...]
So if we find the shards quickly...
[They would have the rest of the time for... for anything they wanted to do. He could show her everything he loved about Almyra, the desert, the people, the food... and her face heats just a bit more as his lips press to her forehead. (Why always--) But she nods, when he apologizes. Now that she could make her own choices... Even if it was hard, and even if it sometimes left her in knots, unused to doing anything but serving...
She had chosen this. Just like she chooses to tentatively wrap her arms around his neck from that unfamiliar position, physically discombobulated by how she needs to lean up to do it.]
... I told you I would fly on Naira with you, didn't I? If I ever had two legs.
[And sure, when she'd said that... It was the equivalent of a human saying "when pigs fly", she had never actually thought it would come to pass, but... It had, and she was a woman of her word. One who chooses then to tug with embarrassed insistence so that he would lean down far enough for her to kiss him.]
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Well, like she still very confused by having to look up at him, but.]
... We have half a day in these... whatever these are.
[Whether they were just visions, hallucinations, madness... they seemed real enough. They felt real, and smelled real, and looked real...]
So if we find the shards quickly...
[They would have the rest of the time for... for anything they wanted to do. He could show her everything he loved about Almyra, the desert, the people, the food... and her face heats just a bit more as his lips press to her forehead. (Why always--) But she nods, when he apologizes. Now that she could make her own choices... Even if it was hard, and even if it sometimes left her in knots, unused to doing anything but serving...
She had chosen this. Just like she chooses to tentatively wrap her arms around his neck from that unfamiliar position, physically discombobulated by how she needs to lean up to do it.]
... I told you I would fly on Naira with you, didn't I? If I ever had two legs.
[And sure, when she'd said that... It was the equivalent of a human saying "when pigs fly", she had never actually thought it would come to pass, but... It had, and she was a woman of her word. One who chooses then to tug with embarrassed insistence so that he would lean down far enough for her to kiss him.]