[ dextera understands what minato is trying to do for him, and he exhales, tears of relief—and regret—pricking at his eyes. he’s glad to see that minato is unhurt, unbitten, for more reasons than just altruism. ]
You look well.
[ he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hands across his face once he’s said his piece. ]
no subject
You look well.
[ he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hands across his face once he’s said his piece. ]
I’m sorry.