(Lucretia doesn't know if she can bear to hope, feels like she's intruding on a feeling that shouldn't belong to her. She just nods slowly, and smooths her thumb reassuringly over the backs of his knuckles in lieu of having to agree with anything out right.)
That's... that's great, Taako. (She does at least, mean this. She gives him a tiny smile, and takes her hand back.)
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That's... that's great, Taako. (She does at least, mean this. She gives him a tiny smile, and takes her hand back.)