A lack of expression settled across her features, allowing leeway for an entirely new silence to linger amongst the duo. Kirito, the isolate loner who wore a mask of impenetrable stoicisim, now expressed concern for her wellbeing ?Â
The outermost corners of her lips stirred, twitching faintly, and all at once, a faint smile surfaced.
" You are concerned for me ? "
I'm touched, she so desperately longed to say. Yet, in order for Kirito's pride to remain intact (and partially her own), she'd begrudgingly hold her tongue.
" Well...Thank you, but it isn't necessary. I promise you, I'm alright. "