[D4, Night, Private] Interior Decoration

Hisui finally puts the tiny Crane down. She was getting into a habit of lifting the tiny woman up, often without permission. She decided to be more careful.

"I would appreciate that. I promise, one day you won't need to be gentle." A quick grasp of the hand. A smile equal parts sweetness and promises, promises. "Until then, please have patience, Fuyuko-sama."

The talk of the feud dismays her and elicits a burdened sigh. At least, based on what she'd heard, things had yet to become physical. "That might be best. He might be more inclined to listen to his own Clan."

Her smile brightens. Her mood lifts into one that threatens to be overwhelming in its optimism, its excitement. "She's optimistic! Between my overall good physical condition and advances in medicine, she thinks it's possible to undo the damage. To get me back to my full strength. I can…I can be whole again."

The gentle grip is met with a smile. A purple-clad woman drifts somewhat closer into the orbit of the dour, smaller woman. At first, news of the new toy is met with silent interest, and more than a little eagerness.

But those last words cause a twitch. Slight, subtle. For Fuyuko, the microexpression on her girlfriend's face would be all too easy to interpret. Discomfort. "I see."

She sighs at this ridiculous feud. If she had a colder, less kind soul, she might be inclined to blame Aiko for the whole affair and the trouble it has caused. As it is, all she can do is offer what comfort she can to take Fuyuko's mind off it.

Which, it seems, was news on her upcoming surgery. The jump is a shock, unaccustomed as Hisui was to Fuyuko reacting that way. The Crane is caught in her arms at the apex of her flight, but the Unicorn stumbles back. Purple and blue alike crash onto the mattress, faces so close together. Because Benten has a sense of humor and physics can be indulging of it. Not that Hisui minds.

The voice raised in joy is also entirely new. She'd never heard Fuyuko so elated before. Her eyes grow wide at this, and she resolves to make sure the both of them find happiness like that together.

"It is!" she cries out. "It's…it's like a turning of fate." She takes Fuyuko's hand, placing it gingerly over her heart. "You've made my heart, my soul, whole again. And with Rey-san's help, my body will match it. I'm mending."

"And I wouldn't have even thought to ask if it could be done if I wasn't thinking about you!"

There's a pang of sadness there, a bit of a sting. It was a joy Fuyuko shared with another woman that Hisui couldn't match. "I'm sorry, you did nothing wrong. I just…I've had them used on me before, all uncomfortable experiences."

She switches, trying to be more reassuring. "But I've had the Courage to taste everything else you've done. I've found such intense joy in sharing them with you. I…I could try. If you ask."

"The details will depend on a few things, I think. It might take some time for my medical records to arrive so she can examine them," she explains. Her voice is still elated, so filled with euphoric, ecstatic melody to match her lover's elated mood. "So who knows? The idea of having a piece of you inside me does have a certain appeal."

At the declaration, she smiles. "And I you. And it feels like it gets stronger each day."

She lays there, her Delightful Doji on top of her. Her heart pounded. Time seemed to slow. And she stares at those lips, at the eyepatch that hid the flawed eye. The music in her head plays, now no longer a synthesized tune but a beautiful song.

"If you kiss me right now, my clothes won't stay on much longer." Because seeing you fly in joy like that is really enticing. "Just warning you, in case you'd prefer to sleep in your own bed tonight."

"I'd...I'd be willing to try. For you. And only you. Because I feel safe with you. Because you would never coerce me into anything by convincing me no one else will ever love me but you," she says, caressing that delicate face with both hands. As if the touch would convey her message more than words. As if the contact would wash away the hurtful memories. "And I will be better. One way or another. When the surgery is done, I'll probably be out for weeks. Months."

"But when I'm fully recovered, I'd like to celebrate it however you like." She smiles. Innocent and warm and loving at first. When the kiss on her forehead comes, Hisui swoons and the smile turns just a little less innocent. "I would celebrate my recovery and my lover for as long as she liked."

Or can stay conscious.