[Relief floods her being, and she finds herself visibly relaxing, shoulders falling with the release of tension. All she does is nod, her gratitude already written on her features.
Kaname carefully shifts to turn and face him, drawing her legs on to the bed, back now to the chair she previously occupied. With her arm pushed against the end of his pillow, she remains upright, looking him over. Her eyes soften upon seeing his face, a sincere, almost content smile forming.]
I didn't want to leave. I think you have a right to know that.
[She breaks away from his gaze, moving to position the green blanket over her feet and legs, letting the rest lay on her waist. Once settled, she shifts downward just slightly, and leans back against the bed. Her arm is bent underneath her head to serve as a makeshift pillow, elbow shoved under the edge of his.
Her hand moves to his, brushing his outstretched fingers briefly, before reaching around his form to rest on the opposite cheek. Messer's cheekbone sports a nasty cut, and her thumb softly traces the adhesive strip shielding it. Kaname goes through that motion a few times, then gently urges him to turn his head enough to face her.
The smile he sees is nothing short of heartfelt and genuine when she looks at him. She exhales softly through her nose is what might very well be a small laugh.]
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Kaname carefully shifts to turn and face him, drawing her legs on to the bed, back now to the chair she previously occupied. With her arm pushed against the end of his pillow, she remains upright, looking him over. Her eyes soften upon seeing his face, a sincere, almost content smile forming.]
I didn't want to leave. I think you have a right to know that.
[She breaks away from his gaze, moving to position the green blanket over her feet and legs, letting the rest lay on her waist. Once settled, she shifts downward just slightly, and leans back against the bed. Her arm is bent underneath her head to serve as a makeshift pillow, elbow shoved under the edge of his.
Her hand moves to his, brushing his outstretched fingers briefly, before reaching around his form to rest on the opposite cheek. Messer's cheekbone sports a nasty cut, and her thumb softly traces the adhesive strip shielding it. Kaname goes through that motion a few times, then gently urges him to turn his head enough to face her.
The smile he sees is nothing short of heartfelt and genuine when she looks at him. She exhales softly through her nose is what might very well be a small laugh.]
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