A moment passes and Ciri drops her hands but she continues to stare curiously at Avery, brows furrowed and a question forming on her tongue.
The nod is enough to keep her from speaking another question but the hesitation leaves her feeling... something. Worry, perhaps? She isn't sure just exactly why though that could be said for everything that has happened since this conversation began. Before she can (thankfully) think too hard on things, her tunic is grabbed and she is tugged in closer.
"You can still say no." It is said barely above a murmur, barely audible in her own ears over the sound of her heart hammering and drumming and flipping in her chest. She does not allow the question to linger long before she leans in, closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together.
It's the simplest way to, Ciri finds, to get her feelings across without continuing to fumble and babble through her words.
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The nod is enough to keep her from speaking another question but the hesitation leaves her feeling... something. Worry, perhaps? She isn't sure just exactly why though that could be said for everything that has happened since this conversation began. Before she can (thankfully) think too hard on things, her tunic is grabbed and she is tugged in closer.
"You can still say no." It is said barely above a murmur, barely audible in her own ears over the sound of her heart hammering and drumming and flipping in her chest. She does not allow the question to linger long before she leans in, closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together.
It's the simplest way to, Ciri finds, to get her feelings across without continuing to fumble and babble through her words.