[That's not an exact answer, but it is still an answer at the core. She doesn't have to be good or bad or happy or whatever- after what just happened, he can imagine her feelings would be complicated and messy right now. But she loves him. That's enough of a feeling for him right now.

He wraps his arms around her in return, brushing her hand through her hair and kissing it, letting his lips linger for a few seconds longer than needed.]

I love you... I don't care what you've done or who you are, I don't even care if Mythra kicks my ass for making you cry already. I love you. Don't doubt that you deserve it.

[He's tired of thinking about what either of them do or do not deserve. What she feels - she and Mythra, both - is an echo of the lack of worth he'd felt on his part, whether or not he'd done enough to earn what she's given him. But he wants to stop letting himself care about that, wants her to stop thinking about it. This isn't about what they do or don't deserve, not anymore. It's something they have, owed or not. That's plenty.]

I love you, [he says again, closing his eyes holding her tighter. He'll keep saying it until she believes that she deserves it.]