Braze reached out without hesitation, meeting her hand with his. He stepped closer to her, wrapping his fingers around hers, and brought her hand up to his face, pressing the back of it gently to his cheek.
"You're right. I would do anything for you; all you'd have to do is ask..." Braze offered softly.
He had grown quite attached to her, and she filled one of the highest, most respected positions anyone in his life could possibly hold in his eyes. He didn't think he deserved her understanding, nor her kindness, nor how sweet and soft-spoken she was with him. His anxiety welled up in his chest as a flood of mixed emotions, the kind he often kept buried away, started to rise.
He smiled softly at her and drew back, pressing a soft yet tender kiss to the back of her hand with his plush lips.
"You're far too nice to me," he mused, his breath barely above a whisper.
He understood the gesture of her willingness to cook for him well enough from all those years ago, when he'd tried to explain the sentiment of this sort of unconditional love one could show someone through such small acts of kindness.
Meanwhile, Kujo was happily watching them, licking his chops and hoping they might toss him a treat from whatever good stuff they were cooking. He was completely oblivious to the odd tumultuousness of Braze's emotions... either that, or the Vornskyr simply didn't care about the small upheaval and thought a snack was a far more interesting prospect as he watched the kitchen countertops longingly.
Loomi
back onto the Mud Duck, inviting her aboard before making his way toward the kitchen.
