[She accepted the cup he offers her, but for once she shifted her hands, let her fingers linger against his for one, two, three heartbeats before she pulled back and took a slow, careful sip. It took a moment to master the emotion aching in her throat, but she did eventually triumph. Well, she triumphed enough to speak levelly once more, at least.]

...I have never doubted that. But I am... I am grateful to hear it explicitly, regardless. Thank you, Sukuna Hikona.

[She smiled at him, small and sincere and fragile.]

Your good opinion has always meant more than theirs to me, a thousand-fold.