His words ‘I cannot control the Guardian Spirits’ had told her all she needed to know; he did not /mean/ to do what he did, though it didn’t mean she had to accept it. She /chose/ to forgive him this trespass and try and get past it; not his fault for acting like the animal that he had turned into. Cinnamon eyes searched his face as he kept his eyes averted, her bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout.<br/><br/>That pout continued until he looked at her, her fingers letting go of his chin, instead finding that wound once more, stroking it. Her worry showed in her face, the worry that he would continue to ignore her, ignore the fact that she absolved him of all responsibility for his actions. He had done what he had needed to in order to protect the village, and then had paid the price the animal demanded.<br/><br/>Corner of her lips curved upward, the small woman curling into Toho, shivering. “Accepted.”<br/>