Anya was very sweet. Any moment she was at her side was a welcome one, whether it was a heated battle with the Heartless, or those quiet, peaceful respites in between. Aqua still felt terrible for projecting so heavily on the other, and yet, despite that, she still had such sweet thingsĀ to say to her. Were her faults so easily forgiven? Could she really just breathe and relaxĀ with her? It was such a foreign concept⦠the young Master always felt so much pressure to meet the expectations of everyone around her, and yet, at the green-haired womanās side, she could simply existĀ and forget about her woes, if only for a moment.
She glanced over at her, meeting her gaze for but a moment. Her heart skipped a beat, and a faint, bashful smile tugged at her lips. In an effort to keep her heart from beating any louder in her chest, Aqua looked away, out at the views before them, but she made sure to sneak her hand over⦠just enough to rest upon Anyaās own. Aqua was important to her⦠And she was important to Aqua. A gentle squeeze was all that was offered ā a silent assurance that she was here to stay.