[Alear doesn't let go; she doesn't think she could even if she wanted to, but something about that gesture makes her heart jump to her throat. The unfinished sentence, everything about this--]
I won't. I'm going to look forward to the future, and to what will come of it. Because I know we're going to win.
[She should let go. She doesn't want to let go or move her hand, or do everything, despite the tension that feels like it's building. Towards what? Alear doesn't know, but...
...]
But...hey. Mind if I give something to you? Not a new scar or anything, but something else.
[Because there isn't any other option. Besides, no matter what Sombron throws at them, they'll rally around Alear. And they've got Zephia, so there's really no point in worrying him.
That seems to settle Griss a bit and his grip loosens on Alear's hand; she can pull away now if she wants.]
Can't imagine anything would be better than a new scar, but sure. If you wanna.
[Despite the laidback words, he does look curious.]
[Alear has always kept the Pact Ring close to her; she always does. She keeps it wrapped up and on her person, as a precious memory and something to share with others, should the day come. It's cultural significance isn't lost on her, but Alear wants to derive her own meaning from it.
And...
She doesn't know if she's found it, but she's found someone she wants to give it to. That's meaning enough, right?
She only pulls away to grab something out of her pocket; what she holds out to him is a wrapped up box. A little messily wrapped, but still enough to carefully secure it's contents.]
Now, you're not allowed to open this until we've won, okay? I'm gonna hold you to it. But...when we win, you can unwrap it and come talk to me. Does that sound fine to you?
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I won't. I'm going to look forward to the future, and to what will come of it. Because I know we're going to win.
[She should let go. She doesn't want to let go or move her hand, or do everything, despite the tension that feels like it's building. Towards what? Alear doesn't know, but...
...]
But...hey. Mind if I give something to you? Not a new scar or anything, but something else.
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[Because there isn't any other option. Besides, no matter what Sombron throws at them, they'll rally around Alear. And they've got Zephia,
so there's really no point in worrying him.
That seems to settle Griss a bit and his grip loosens on Alear's hand; she can pull away now if she wants.]
Can't imagine anything would be better than a new scar, but sure. If you wanna.
[Despite the laidback words, he does look curious.]
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And...
She doesn't know if she's found it, but she's found someone she wants to give it to. That's meaning enough, right?
She only pulls away to grab something out of her pocket; what she holds out to him is a wrapped up box. A little messily wrapped, but still enough to carefully secure it's contents.]
Now, you're not allowed to open this until we've won, okay? I'm gonna hold you to it. But...when we win, you can unwrap it and come talk to me. Does that sound fine to you?
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But Alear's words stop him, and though he makes a face, he doesn't go back to trying to open it.]
You're gonna make me wait? Should'a just given it to me later...
[But he sighs and lifts his shoulders a bit in a half-hearted shrug.]
But fine. I'll wait, only 'cause you asked so nicely.
[...just ignore that he's holding that box with all the care in the world despite his dismissive tone.]
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I appreciate it, Griss. Just think of it as something else to look forward to, when our battle is finally won.
[Because it will be, and soon. Alear has a pretty strong feeling about that.]