[a little smile, at that. she squeezes his hand in her own, resting their clasped hands against his chest. every time he says something sweet like that, he gets to feel how happy it makes her, and, maybe stupidly, how shy she feels, deep down. like she can't quite believe that he feels the same way as she does.

but that fades after a moment, settling back down into something gently concerned. her tail wriggles a bit and comes over to drape over his waist.]

It's not impossible. [she says, quietly.] I thought it was for me, right? With my heart. But it wasn't. Maybe you haven't got space to regret it, but you can still hope.

If you want to, if you want to reverse it, I'll find you a way.

[no question. she'll make it happen, somehow.]