Held near, Naminé let herself weep with her face buried in her moirail's shoulder. Although in different circumstances perhaps the blonde would try harder press the tears away under both palms, Terezi's hold didn't allow for it, which was probably for the better. Arms wrapping around the other girl instead, Naminé cried as she truly needed to, although even that was quiet.

Once her tears were spent, she exhaled a shaky sigh, although she didn't lift her head. "I told myself not to do that," she confessed, muffled by the same shirt she just cried into.