[He sees it, feels it, hears it. And it hurts because he knows why she would feel that way...and why she would feel even more afraid of it.

Now it's his turn to press his lips against her brow before he answers.]

It didn't.

[A small exhale against her skin as he hugs her close.]

Yes, I will miss her... But I know she is well taken care of. And who knows, maybe we can figure out something with the rifts that could allow us to meet or communicate more freely instead of this random nonsense.

[He pulls back to tip her chin up to him.]

Mid will always be there... But you will not. So that just means I need to find a way to have all of us together. Whether it's somehow bringing you back there with me, or bringing her back here should she wish it.

[Obviously that's Mid's choice. But he hopes he's getting his meaning across.]

Regardless, this is my choice. You are my choice.