[ she's too exhausted to be properly proud of him, but the way she exhales, and the weary smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth, should hopefully convey it well enough. progress is not a straight line - prompto will falter sometimes, as will she, in her own way, following her own path, but in the end he has come far enough to handle this. to move past it, and see what has happened for how it really is.
her tight grasp on his jaw lessens, but she holds to him still, just long enough to tug him down further and tip up her chin to press a warm kiss to his mouth.
she cannot linger long, there is far too much to be done, but nevertheless she hopes it is enough to solidify her feelings. that there is nothing to forgive, that she does not believe even for a moment that any of this was his fault. but soon enough she is pulling back, swiping the wetness from his eyes with her thumbs, then stepping away. ]
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her tight grasp on his jaw lessens, but she holds to him still, just long enough to tug him down further and tip up her chin to press a warm kiss to his mouth.
she cannot linger long, there is far too much to be done, but nevertheless she hopes it is enough to solidify her feelings. that there is nothing to forgive, that she does not believe even for a moment that any of this was his fault. but soon enough she is pulling back, swiping the wetness from his eyes with her thumbs, then stepping away. ]
Come, we should get moving.