[She blinks away the tears which sting the corners of her eyes. Her gem is warm to the touch, especially when Gilgamesh places a small kiss against it. She smiles, weak but considerably warmer.
But at his gesture, she returns one of her own. She lifts his hand up to herself, placing a small kiss against the back of it. Just as quick as his own to her gem. Eyes meet his yet again, a warm affectionate blue hue settling itself on her cheeks.]
And I will do better to communicate to you more often. It's not fair to you to be kept in the dark.
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But at his gesture, she returns one of her own. She lifts his hand up to herself, placing a small kiss against the back of it. Just as quick as his own to her gem. Eyes meet his yet again, a warm affectionate blue hue settling itself on her cheeks.]
And I will do better to communicate to you more often. It's not fair to you to be kept in the dark.