[That... that, finally, is a relief to him. He closes his eyes, head bowed as he mulls over her words. He doesn't need the definitive words to be spoken if she can give the implications, and while it's true that she could just be placating him, sensing his anxiety, what he wants is to chase this reassurance, to believe her and believe everything they've experienced thus far. It felt real. Just because it'd serve two purposes doesn't make it less real. It doesn't make it bad.

His reasons for doing this, for choosing her, are inherently selfish. He knows this, and it's something he's allowed himself after months of doing whatever everyone else told him to do- because he couldn't deny his feelings, either. He can't fault her for thinking of others first as long as the rest still rings true.]

You want me to meet Mythra, [is his response, finally. If she can't say it, he'll say it for her.] You want to use your fire. You want to be with people you care about. ...You... want to be with me.

[He looks meaningfully over at her, more of the tension bleeding from his shoulders, and offers his hand out.]