"grandmama? could i ask you a question...?" matoi stops, biting her lip nervously. "would you be angry at me if i told you i like a... girl?" (HELLO GRANMA)
❛ oh, matoi ... ❜ the hand in her own is so tiny, cordelia is almost afraid to squeeze it. her granddaughter is so small, yet so perfect : the knight remembers severa holding her mother’s hand like this, asking a similar question, and she remembers herself, wondering the same things when she was younger than she is now, years and years of a peaceful life on her back, something she had to fight for.
cordelia is old. and sometimes, that bothers her. sometimes, she misses her old agility and sometimes, she even misses fighting battles on her pegasus. but right now, her age ( and dare she say, wisdom ) opens a way for reassurance, something she wishes she had, to erase those doubts in her mind earlier than she managed to do. so she smiles at matoi, and squeezes her hand softly, despite her fears.
there’s no reason to be scared anymore.
❛ no, my darling. you can like whoever you want to like. ❜ there’s a short pause, before : ❛ your grandmama had a wife, too, some time ago. you don’t have to feel guilty about anything. ❜
