He still strokes her hair, slow strokes as if he attempts to stir her conscious. Seol refuses to look away from those silver eyes, ancient now that she sees them for what they are, no longer as starlit as they had once been.
"Your choice will have its consequences...?" He says and poses those words as if they were a question. She holds his wrist, halts his fingers on her scalp in mid movement. With gentlest of pressures, she is able to draw that hand from her hair, instead she clasps her fingers with his and presses her palm against his. Lifting his hand she presses the underside of his wrist, where the angry red scalding still pulses a pale hue, against her mouth.
"My choice has always been you, regardless of consequences." She hopes he makes out the genuineness of those words that were simply true. "Keir, Seo and everyone else in between, it changes nothing as long as your heart and mine remains the same."
His hand trembles in hers.
