I--...I know, I know. [ She takes a tremulous breath, still holding him. Pyra turns her head so that she kiss the shell of his ear, and then she tucks her chin over his shoulder, sighing.
Whatever comes next, she knows this: there are now more important values to her than remaining secretive and hiding in fear. In dire circumstances like this, there are times where her abilities can help others, can save lives-- especially of those she loves. That's a big change already.
But. Even though she knows he'll make time for her, comparing her uncertainty with this to the trauma he just went though seems... unbalanced at best and frivolous at worst (although she knows he'd never think it). So, regaining some of her composure, she pulls back from the embrace to look at him once more, searching his face, then allowing her gaze to drop to the crystal upon his chest.
From here on, every reflection he'll see will be with this crystal upon his chest. He's always had magic within him, always had a unique glow within his eyes, but the gem there is far more overt. No doubt, that will take some getting used to. She hopes that he won't think of himself as any less than he was, just because he has a part of her with him. She hopes that seeing it won't bring more harm to him...
Ah. That's another worry, then. After a moment, she speaks it aloud: ]
You know... this doesn't mean your my chosen, okay? You're not mine in that way. [ In a possessive way, in a way a god might use a mortal to further their plans, whether that's by being their champions or being their weapons, their pawns. She knows he's expressed trouble with this before, so she adds: ] You're not a tool.
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Whatever comes next, she knows this: there are now more important values to her than remaining secretive and hiding in fear. In dire circumstances like this, there are times where her abilities can help others, can save lives-- especially of those she loves. That's a big change already.
But. Even though she knows he'll make time for her, comparing her uncertainty with this to the trauma he just went though seems... unbalanced at best and frivolous at worst (although she knows he'd never think it). So, regaining some of her composure, she pulls back from the embrace to look at him once more, searching his face, then allowing her gaze to drop to the crystal upon his chest.
From here on, every reflection he'll see will be with this crystal upon his chest. He's always had magic within him, always had a unique glow within his eyes, but the gem there is far more overt. No doubt, that will take some getting used to. She hopes that he won't think of himself as any less than he was, just because he has a part of her with him. She hopes that seeing it won't bring more harm to him...
Ah. That's another worry, then. After a moment, she speaks it aloud: ]
You know... this doesn't mean your my chosen, okay? You're not mine in that way. [ In a possessive way, in a way a god might use a mortal to further their plans, whether that's by being their champions or being their weapons, their pawns. She knows he's expressed trouble with this before, so she adds: ] You're not a tool.