I'm glad for that. [She squeezes back, the gesture invisible yet extremely potent. It says much more than four little words. Mio wraps the ribbon from her braid around her wrist and tucks her damp hair back, ears flattening again. She still feels so solid.]

... I wonder where I'll go. [The stars that shine so warmly overhead? Into nothingness? Into him, somehow, because they're Ouroboros? They aren't on Aionios, so Mio doubts her life force will return to the Queen - or anywhere else, for that matter. She can't be entirely sure that it ever would have.

Her gaze snaps over to him; maybe Mio hadn't meant to say that part out loud, or maybe she hadn't thought about how it would feel for him to hear it. She squeezes his hand again.]

Sorry. That's kinda morbid. I'll reel it in. The point right now is to enjoy what we have, right? This is what I want to enjoy.