[ In the end, it's not a subject she should dwell upon, either, and one she can only be more careful about in the future. When his lips take hers, the kiss is reassuring of all of his love, and when he pulls back, no guilt lingers within her expression. She can wait. If it's for him, she can wait forever.

So she answers softly, her hand squeezing his affectionately, ] I'll wait for you, whenever you're ready.

[ And-- this dance doesn't need to be for a wedding. It's said to predict the fortune of the future, isn't it? In which case...

As they've both told each other, they've danced it perfectly. Pyra is not so superstitious that it has a literal predictive value, but it does make her more mindful of the hope she holds in her heart and of the inspiration the dance gives to want to make it a wonderful year, if it is within her ability. ]

So... Here's to another year together, then. Of knowing you and loving you.