[ After he takes in another breath with her, she becomes satisfied enough to retract her hand back to the top of his head, only to continue that gentle, repetitive movement of her fingers brushing along his bangs.
He looks... exhausted, but it's of no effort on her part to reply with this, a steadily spoken-- ] Always. [ --A promise, to accept doing anything for him, unconditionally, and to never grow tired of helping him. To help, not to hurt.
She wants him to talk, only, she's not so sure how to open. She's been through enough battles, traveled with a militia before to know that at times, soldiers would be gripped by bouts such as what Noctis has just experienced. For now, she's relieved that he's not currently consumed, which just leads to her wondering... how much he has been leaving his past wounds to fester, and how this current lesion from Era ripped it all open.
She stands by what she says. He can want to not be hurt. He can want for better.
"How do you deal with this? It's... kind of infuriating." She gets the feeling that he's far more frustrated and impatient with himself, than whatever he believes she should feel about him. ]
Always, Noct. I've said before, and I'll say it again. I'm here for you. [ In this moment, it doesn't seem like quite enough, though. It never seems that way. She's fighting against hardship after hardship that befalls him-- or supporting him. But it's he who bears the brunt of the battles and the gore of conflict each and every time. ]
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He looks... exhausted, but it's of no effort on her part to reply with this, a steadily spoken-- ] Always. [ --A promise, to accept doing anything for him, unconditionally, and to never grow tired of helping him. To help, not to hurt.
She wants him to talk, only, she's not so sure how to open. She's been through enough battles, traveled with a militia before to know that at times, soldiers would be gripped by bouts such as what Noctis has just experienced. For now, she's relieved that he's not currently consumed, which just leads to her wondering... how much he has been leaving his past wounds to fester, and how this current lesion from Era ripped it all open.
She stands by what she says. He can want to not be hurt. He can want for better.
"How do you deal with this? It's... kind of infuriating." She gets the feeling that he's far more frustrated and impatient with himself, than whatever he believes she should feel about him. ]
Always, Noct. I've said before, and I'll say it again. I'm here for you. [ In this moment, it doesn't seem like quite enough, though. It never seems that way. She's fighting against hardship after hardship that befalls him-- or supporting him. But it's he who bears the brunt of the battles and the gore of conflict each and every time. ]