If you'd told me a month ago I was going to agree to try to stay with someone, around other people, I wouldn't have believed it. [ It's murmured, something that still feels like a huge risk. But it's the best he can offer to affirm his very real comfort with Olivine.

Which, of course, is selfish. But leaving the other would be even more selfish, and so he's able to keep himself from fleeing.

He shakes his head, sighing into Olivine's hair. ]

Uneventful peace is bliss. I will never complain for that. [ Not in his life had he complained about being bored, not since the first war had started. This -- this is a luxury. ]