[ If this were Mercie, or even Dimitri or Felix or Sylvain, she wouldn't hesitate in agreeing. They're her dear friends, of course, but more than that is the fact that they've all suffered the same fate she has—or worse, in some cases, losing not only friends but beloved family. But Siegfried, while also a friend - or so she hopes, maybe that's too forward of an assumption given the handful of times they've conversed - is someone she also admires and respects. Someone she wants to look strong and confident in front of and not…..well, this.
She can't deny she desperately wants to be held though, and to be told that even if things won't be alright that there'll at least be a way to move on.
Her voice is small when she replies, fingers still fussing with the handle of her tea cup as she continues avoiding looking him in the eye. Not that it really matters at this point; her emotions are all over her face, because she's never been good at hiding them. ]
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She can't deny she desperately wants to be held though, and to be told that even if things won't be alright that there'll at least be a way to move on.
Her voice is small when she replies, fingers still fussing with the handle of her tea cup as she continues avoiding looking him in the eye. Not that it really matters at this point; her emotions are all over her face, because she's never been good at hiding them. ]
Only if you want to.
[ Yes please. ]