[ His hand catches her chin, and she’s guided back to look at him. Face to face with his earnestness, she cannot deny him. The wording works, too. Trust. He knows how to convince her.
He trusts that she won’t hurt him, or at the very least, she won’t mean to. She can freely express this want: she does not want to hurt him. She wants to trust in him, that he won’t hold it against her if she does. Or that he will tell her it does, and not try to push through it just for her sake. She wants to know if he’s harmed, she wants to know if he needs comfort. She’ll be there for him.
But he wants to do this, and slowly, she nods her assent. ] Okay.
[ Her fingers tighten over his, the line of her lips expresses her uncertainty, but it passes.
Pyra lifts his hand from her and lets go, stepping slightly away. Lifting both of her hands up to gesture at the crystal, her tone is somber: ]
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He trusts that she won’t hurt him, or at the very least, she won’t mean to. She can freely express this want: she does not want to hurt him. She wants to trust in him, that he won’t hold it against her if she does. Or that he will tell her it does, and not try to push through it just for her sake. She wants to know if he’s harmed, she wants to know if he needs comfort. She’ll be there for him.
But he wants to do this, and slowly, she nods her assent. ] Okay.
[ Her fingers tighten over his, the line of her lips expresses her uncertainty, but it passes.
Pyra lifts his hand from her and lets go, stepping slightly away. Lifting both of her hands up to gesture at the crystal, her tone is somber: ]
Place your hand upon my chest.