While Lillian remains nonplussed and silent still after this turn of events, Lewis just proceeds to wrap his arms around her shoulders.
Still driven by his irrepressible whirlwind of emotions, he embraces her tightly, looking as if he never wants to let her go. He then buries his face in her hair and nuzzles his nose in it, taking in her solacing scent that he used to adore.
In the past, when Lewis was still pretending to be a travelling peddler, he's fond of observing these little details about her. Her fragrance, for one, is something that he had grown really comfortable with.
"L-Lewis... Y-You're... Sir Noctis... all along?" Lillian tried to voice out in confusion, sounding extremely enervated.
"Forgive me..." Lewis started again, putting one of his hands on the back of her head and pulling her closer.
"I can't explain myself right now, Lily. I don't... I just don't know how I should-"
