[ Within this realm, they're merely siting beside each other. She's yet to reach of his hand. In reality, she's already brought his slumbering body to the couch, his head on her lap. She can see both of them, be aware of both that and this at once.

Her expression falls from him, conflicted. ]

I'm not supposed to have this form you see now... to be Mythra or Pyra.

To be anything other than a crystal. To want... Mm. To feel in general.

[ Observing. That had been all she was meant to do. To watch, to record, and to obliterate when the time came. But is that the truth, either? There's something missing, she feels but-- again, not important.

Yes. She isn't supposed to even feel. Despite this, she brings a hand up to her chest as if she's holding something precious, her look sentimental, albeit struggling still. ] But here we are... And I cannot deny these feelings.

[ Saying what she wants still feels like too much. ]