[ She’s rather surprised when he takes her hand, holding it between them— but it feels nice that he does. Her own hand falls from his cheek to join the one that holds his so that she’s cupping his in both of her as if she can solidify the promise with the gesture. ] This promise, I will not break.

[ Really, he’s too good to her. She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, lingering as she looks up at him.

.....This would probably be a good opportunity to tell him that she isn’t actually alright. She has been cursed. But, well, as she looks upon him and sees how reassured he seems at their promise— no, she doesn’t wish to worry him.

But there is something else she wishes to say to him, something that’s been on her mind ever since the network post. Pyra looks down at their joined hands, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. ]

...There’s something I want to tell you, actually. That I think you might like to hear. It has to do with prophecies and the future, and how to break away from it.