( 6 ) Floating weightless, we are floating worldless

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( If anything, it surprised him most that she agreed to this. Kiritsugu had been concerned about her safety, understandably so given the circumstances: her father's rise to power, the warrant for Team RWBY's arrest.

By this, he didn't mean to imply she was incapable of defending herself, knowing that she was quite capable on her own, not even counting the help of her friends. Simply, he wanted to give her a space where she needn't worry, unaffiliated with her team, so she wouldn't have to watch her back or feel like a target.

Although they've mostly wound down for bed now, he's settled behind her on the bed, parting off her hair into sections as if to braid it into a crown. Painfully aware of how much stress she must have been going through, he wanted to do something-- anything to ease her burdens, perhaps exemplified by the tender kiss he places against the base if her neck. )

You don't have to talk to me, but I'd appreciate it if you did.

( His voice is soft, gentle. For as empathetic as he was, Kiritsugu was hardly a mind reader. She'd been silent about matters since settling in, and a part of him could hardly blame her. Yet, as her primary benefactor-- no, as her partner and confidant, there were a few things he needed to know.

He continues on with the braids in a meticulous fashion, almost single-mindedly, but never does he make them too tight. She needed to sleep, after all. )