[ Comforting them comes as a surprise. Just a few words, and Mira's heart aches. Not having this sort of closeness and care is what they're used to. Maybe that's what makes Tartaglia so dangerous.

Headfirst into danger and things that could hurt them, that's the way they've existed. So rarely is it a person, though. Breath coming out in a shaky exhale, they manage a quiet laugh. Their fingers ghost over more of those lines of no longer fresh pain. ]

Matching... I never thought that sort of thing. I like it, though.

[ Despite their boldness and how free they are with their touches and kisses, they hesitate for only a moment. It's not him. It's that step forward to complete vulnerability. Forehead resting against his, they nod. ]

Of course. [ Pause, then softly but resolute: ] I want to see all of you. I'll show you the same.