[ She's a little surprised to be drawn in so suddenly - so surprised that she ends up stumbling a bit into him, blinking up at him owlishly, though not resisting. In a way, it's a little... foreign, to be held this way, at least with the platonic and wholesome intentions that he has here, something she can recognize as being distantly comforting, both for herself, and as a sign that he's at least feeling a little better.
More than that, when she really listens to what he's saying, I trust you, and I'll have a way out, that lightens her spirit. There's something very fulfilling about being relied on, and feeling useful to someone, even if the responsibility trusted to her is something she'd really rather never have to act on. A deep sense of satisfaction wells up in her, regardless, enough so that briefly, some of her immediate worry ebbs away, and a small, meek smile returns to her lips. ]
Relying on Misa, huh? Maybe you do still have some sense.
[ She jokes, though it's light, so as to not shatter the reserved turn of their conversation. It really isn't her style to let things stay in such an awful mood for long, either, and having some kind of acknowledgment that he'll entrust himself to her if the same situation ever arises is a bit of a comfort. So she's willing to relax, if only a smidge.
If she's going to be afforded his trust, then she wants to confirm that she can rise to that responsibility— that she won't shy away from it. He may ease up his hold on her, but she loosely wraps an arm around his waist as they continue walking, steadying him in whatever little way she can. Figuratively, literally. ]
If that's really how you feel, then as long as I'm around, no problem. I always help my friends. [ It could happen again, sure, but she'll be there to fix things if push comes to shove. Their lives have taken a turn for the unpredictable since becoming Aions, but she can afford him that one certainty. ] There, one less thing for Amos to worry about. So no need to go through all this again, right?
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More than that, when she really listens to what he's saying, I trust you, and I'll have a way out, that lightens her spirit. There's something very fulfilling about being relied on, and feeling useful to someone, even if the responsibility trusted to her is something she'd really rather never have to act on. A deep sense of satisfaction wells up in her, regardless, enough so that briefly, some of her immediate worry ebbs away, and a small, meek smile returns to her lips. ]
Relying on Misa, huh? Maybe you do still have some sense.
[ She jokes, though it's light, so as to not shatter the reserved turn of their conversation. It really isn't her style to let things stay in such an awful mood for long, either, and having some kind of acknowledgment that he'll entrust himself to her if the same situation ever arises is a bit of a comfort. So she's willing to relax, if only a smidge.
If she's going to be afforded his trust, then she wants to confirm that she can rise to that responsibility— that she won't shy away from it. He may ease up his hold on her, but she loosely wraps an arm around his waist as they continue walking, steadying him in whatever little way she can. Figuratively, literally. ]
If that's really how you feel, then as long as I'm around, no problem. I always help my friends. [ It could happen again, sure, but she'll be there to fix things if push comes to shove. Their lives have taken a turn for the unpredictable since becoming Aions, but she can afford him that one certainty. ] There, one less thing for Amos to worry about. So no need to go through all this again, right?