[ Parting from his lips grants little respite for the dancing energy within, but she remains steady against him, allowing him to take his time to parse through whatever he is feeling in turn. However, when he speaks, she does not follow. Opening her eyes to regard his more reserved expression doesn't help her, either. Briefly the corners of her lips turn downward in her puzzlement before correcting to a soft, fond smile.

She's seen him charge into battle without a thought-- she's seen him leap into the mouth of a beast as if he'd done it before. She's surprised that he has this doubt within him, wondering from just where it comes. Too high upon that cloud of affection herself, she's unable to guess at the reasons. ] You're not... warm? [ She finishes his earlier sentence for him. ] You're not courageous, strong, soft, ...incredible?

[ Pyra closes her eyes briefly, and when she opens them, they're sparkling brightly as she looks upon him, more words tumbling past her lips affectionately. He wants reassurance, she'll give it. She'll give all of it, whatever he needs. ] If it's you, it's... more than okay. [ She speaks breathlessly, her hand rising from his up back up to his side as she holds his gaze for as long as he wishes. ] It's wonderful. [ She whispers this to his lips, then continues: ] You're wonderful. Why are you so wonderful?