color my world

"So...you know what Mythra saw, right?"

Only two ways about it: Nia can either keep the loaded question to herself, and keep being her own only source of comfort, or she can ask, and she can hope.

Pyra nods, firm but with a bracing smile pursing her lips. "Of course," she says, and then her hands are enclosing Nia's. The warmth is both literal and figurative; Nia lets out a little shiver as she relaxes into it, but when Pyra starts to pull away, concerned, Nia grabs on tighter.

"Glad I'm safe with you." Glad I'm your best-kept secret.