[She could simply say it and have that be her answer. But that would not feel right nor would it be a good one. Instead of words, Mira stands from her spot and walks towards Emet-Selch, her hands reaching out to brush against his cheeks. There's still some nerves, that what she may do is wrong but there's no going back this time.
Mira then closes the gap between them as she presses her lips against his gently. Sweetly almost as she keeps her mouth closed in response and pulling away slowly but close enough for a touch. She's fine with this right now and won't push but it's the only answer she feels like she could answer.]
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Mira then closes the gap between them as she presses her lips against his gently. Sweetly almost as she keeps her mouth closed in response and pulling away slowly but close enough for a touch. She's fine with this right now and won't push but it's the only answer she feels like she could answer.]
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