[ She's so lost in her anxious thoughts that she misses his motion until he's carefully, lovingly, taking her hand in his, pressing the gentlest of kisses to the backs of her fingers. Sofia can't help but feel warmed from the gesture, the residual heat from his touch seeming to travel up and thaw the rest of her. Those pinched worry lines near her eyes soften as she smiles, mouth curving more a moment later at his reassurance.
It is working. His words always work, like some kind of magic, a spell she happily lets herself fall under.
And as he keeps going, talking about how this whole circumstance really came about, Inej's seemingly quiet nature, enough of her unease has been soothed. To make way for, to her surprise, her eyes looking suspiciously glossy.
So, she tugs her hand away to reach over and loop him into a hug, leaning down enough to press her cheek to his shoulder. ]
I love you.
[ She may or may not punctuate that with a small sniffle. ]
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It is working. His words always work, like some kind of magic, a spell she happily lets herself fall under.
And as he keeps going, talking about how this whole circumstance really came about, Inej's seemingly quiet nature, enough of her unease has been soothed. To make way for, to her surprise, her eyes looking suspiciously glossy.
So, she tugs her hand away to reach over and loop him into a hug, leaning down enough to press her cheek to his shoulder. ]
I love you.
[ She may or may not punctuate that with a small sniffle. ]