[It was her way of saying that yes, she would choose him. This. Whatever this is... if it even has a name.
Any hint of that smile is all but gone at his question, though it is not replaced with something harder. She should scold him for it because there should be no reason for it to happen again if she can help it, but she is much too tired for that, too. So, her expression—her eyes especially—softens.]
Did we not agree that I was the best one for it?
[That he needed her to be that hand to pull him out just as much as she needed him?
She leans in close, her head tipping in his direction, though it doesn't come to rest against his. Yet.]
But should you stumble again... [She pauses.] ... You may borrow my wings.
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Any hint of that smile is all but gone at his question, though it is not replaced with something harder. She should scold him for it because there should be no reason for it to happen again if she can help it, but she is much too tired for that, too. So, her expression—her eyes especially—softens.]
Did we not agree that I was the best one for it?
[That he needed her to be that hand to pull him out just as much as she needed him?
She leans in close, her head tipping in his direction, though it doesn't come to rest against his. Yet.]
But should you stumble again... [She pauses.] ... You may borrow my wings.