Ellianor hugged her back, one hand at her back, and another on her head. "Alright. I promise. You too should avoid doing a big bad thing." Ellianor half-jested, drawing a laugh from Kissenn.
She knew he would be alright. After all, Ellianor was a fighter, but she kept her worries about his state. Kissenn tried to swallow her doubts, closing her eyes and resting her face fully on Ellianor's neck.
The black-haired man sighed, gently cooing her. She did not care about the audience watching her and what they think. She only cared for Ellianor's reassurance, and the warning to avoid him getting to the death's door again.
Antonio stared at the scene, with a mild sense of envy. Not of Ellianor or Kissenn, but rather at the visage that almost perfectly mirrored a family's love, or something else.
