[ She sounds so defeated, and she can't bring herself to press the matter when he's still so tired. Pyra nods. They can learn from this, if nothing else. With matters like this, a little more communication may have helped. Or, it may not have. They'll never truly know, but going forward, it couldn't hurt to talk on life-or-death matters.

Her hand slips from his shoulder, and she takes his hands in hers. ]

I love you, you know. And-- [ She leans forward, tilting her head up to look at him meet his gaze. She squeezes his fingers. ] I like how you always do what you think is best.... Not what others think, but what is true in your heart.

[ Some of his choices she can worry over, but she'd rather worry than him have no autonomy. ]