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I'm ...

[ no, she can't say she's fine. she is, she thinks, she wants to be, but if it'll hurt him to hear - she recalls now he said as much - she can't say it. ]

Then . . . can you come here...?

[ closing the door behind himself to step out to her, then ]

[ reaching to wrap her arms around him in a loose hug, trying to pull him close ]

[ stepping closer - she can smell the scent of lilies - and wrapping his own arms around her in a firm hug ]

[ there it is.

She didn't have any doubt in her mind as to who he was, but that - confirming it so absolutely, with the one thing he couldn't recreate or emulate,

There was so much more she had to say, so many concerns lingering still at the sight of him - her pain, the ghost of that alien resentment

But every bit of it melts away to nothing beneath that scent, beneath that realization, and

Trembling, she bursts into tears, fingers curling tightly behind his back ]

[ at this rate dia and doodle are going to end up having scent fetishes

smoothly, almost as though he'd anticipated something like this, he's rubbing against her back, quietly, patiently. there, there ]

[ too late,

she breathes him in deeply - in as much as it calms her to know he's here, as cathartic as the cry will likely feel in the long run it - her sobs, his hand so firm at her back - stirs up everything else like so much deep sea sediment and she can't really stop herself from shaking, from crying more,

why did she come here? Foreign as it feels to her now the memory of that hatred sticks too sharply in her chest, calls bile up from her gut. Can she

Does she even deserve to be his wife, to be anyone's witch, after feeling something that violently?

In the moment as the worst of the crying begins to subside, she can only feel the answer to be no, but she slumps against him underfed, exhausted and dehydrated from her fit and a lack of sleep, too weak to pull herself from his arms,

and so she murmurs apologies into his shoulder with each cry, progressively weaker, until her tears run entirely dry ]

[ "does she even deserve to be his wife"

dia.

he's still for her, supporting her, and when she slumps he takes a moment before bending somewhat to pick her up, arm under her thighs to support her ]

[ (dia voice) she had BAD FEELINGS so she's BAD and he can't have a BAD WIFE,

Per usual she's not especially difficult to pick up or to carry, clinging to him as he holds her ]

[ dumbest wife in the world

working his phone out to open sensitIV's door once he's got her securely, stepping into the dorm - naturally he's careful to keep her head from knocking against the doorway ]

[ i would say that dia and lucifel and doodle are just kind of playing hot potato with a braincell but that's not really fair to lucifel or doodle

it occurs to her a bit dimly that they're going into his dorm anyway - she'd planned to go home after the hug, before all of that happened (why did that happen so suddenly? she isn't really sure), but she can't really cobble together the vocabulary to protest, instead murmuring another apology against him, fingers trembling at his neck ]

[ he gives a hum in response, moving her all the way to his room and then setting them both down on the bed, tipping them both over so she can lay on top of him.

it's time for hair pets ]

[ she seems - oddly skittish, for whatever reason, at the sight of him beneath her - startled even, just briefly, before rolling herself over to rest at his side, leaning into his hand all the while ]

I'm sorry...

[ pausing, smoothly shifting to his side when she rolls off ]

Mmm.

[ a bit rushed, ]

I can - . . . I'll go home soon . . .

You're already inside, so let's worry about that later.

[ hairpet ]

Mn -

[ n. nuzzles his hand, cuddling in close to his chest ]

Mn...

[ a somewhat longer pause, ]

I was just - ... after what you said, I got worried about you, and I thought - ...

. . . If you could see that I was okay, then you'd feel better too, wouldn't you...?

Certainly, if you were okay, then I would feel better.

I'm - . . .

I'll be okay, so... ... so you don't need to worry, okay?

You don't have to be angry at anyone...

Shhh.

[ working his fingers into her hair, petting more thoroughly ]

I don't -

[ cuddling in closer to his chest, focused on his scent - she's muffled against him but even through that he can hear the exhaustion in her voice, he's getting her sleepy ]

Neither of you did anything wrong . . . He - . . . he isn't a bad person either, so...

[ softly, his hand steady ]

. . . And just what did you do wrong, Dia-sama?

I followed him, and - ...

He gave me a chance to leave, but I didn't, and I let him, so . . . it's better if you're mad at me instead, right...?

[ with a soft snort ]

I see. So it was wrong of you to believe in someone, and wrong of you to stay for them, and wrong of you to trust in them. I see, I see.

[ - goes stiff, alert, pulling away - just enough to make her voice clearer, still not quite looking at his face ]

T-That's not what I meant...! That was ...

... That was why I stayed, because - even though he wouldn't say it, I could tell that he was lonely...

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