[ Kiritsugu says nothing to her, so they continue on in silence. It doesn't take long for Maiya's attention to drift to her surroundings, and even now, she finds herself analyzing this new terrain by instinct. A good place for an ambush. A place that could be easily fortified and defended. She takes note of such things the way another person might the baskets of flowers or artistic architecture on their path.
But his arm around her as they step into his home brings her back to that tender feeling from before. She doesn't smile, but her posture relaxes against his side, body not drawn so tight as a weapon as she allows herself to be guided up the stairs. It's with that mood that she watches him open his mouth and struggle to speak, his astounded silence hanging in the air between them for several seconds before she moves. Fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck, she kisses him. ]
smh
But his arm around her as they step into his home brings her back to that tender feeling from before. She doesn't smile, but her posture relaxes against his side, body not drawn so tight as a weapon as she allows herself to be guided up the stairs. It's with that mood that she watches him open his mouth and struggle to speak, his astounded silence hanging in the air between them for several seconds before she moves. Fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck, she kisses him. ]