[ oh... he grabs at her wrist, and mitsuha watches. he is warm from his grip alone, and... and so is she. she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand furiously in an attempt to get rid of her tears, but whatever's left comes from a place of relief, of not wanting to remember the pain she felt when comet tiamat hit itomori before she woke up here. ]
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O...Okay...
[ she gives him a nod, sniffles a bit. ]
Mitsuha. My name...is Mitsuha.