[When she looks at him like that, he finds it hard to even think to break their gaze, with how it makes his heart beat harder in his chest. Remembering how unbelievable she looked in that gorgeous Snezhnayan dress, complete with headdress and all, how she fought during the battle and the special technique she'd developed just for him, it all plays through his mind again. He looks utterly lost in her eyes, a rosy hue painting his cheeks as his thoughts flip through every scene.
How smitten is he for her to still have this effect on him months and months later, unable to keep himself from planting a soft kiss to her forehead before finding himself lost in her eyes once more. So much so he barely recognizes that from the way she talks about it, it wasn't just his dream. It sounds like that they had the same dream.]
...Hold on, you too, dreamed of a battle? One where we fought hilichurls, denizens of the Abyss, and even a god?
[That would kind of explain the whole 'couple of things I'd like to ask you' part, because he remembers things that he would not normally even think to mention in front of her getting said inside of the dream.]
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How smitten is he for her to still have this effect on him months and months later, unable to keep himself from planting a soft kiss to her forehead before finding himself lost in her eyes once more. So much so he barely recognizes that from the way she talks about it, it wasn't just his dream. It sounds like that they had the same dream.]
...Hold on, you too, dreamed of a battle? One where we fought hilichurls, denizens of the Abyss, and even a god?
[That would kind of explain the whole 'couple of things I'd like to ask you' part, because he remembers things that he would not normally even think to mention in front of her getting said inside of the dream.]