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“Oh my god,” Kiran practically shrieked, running towards Alfonse as fast as they could (which was pretty fucking fast, all things considered). “Alfonse, why would you do that?” Breiðablik transformed from a sword back into a gun in their hands, and they holstered it quickly before they threw themself at their dearly beloved and clearly insane partner.
Alfonse cleared his throat. “As I explained already, my love, I had to do this so our foes would trust Ratatoskr again–”
Kiran cut him off with a wail. “I was so worried about you! Don’t scare me like that ever again! ”
To his credit, Alfonse did look contrite. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you, dear,” he murmured, rubbing a hand in circles on their back. (Kiran noticed that he didn’t promise or make any indication he wouldn’t put himself at risk like that again. Conversation for later, maybe.)
“My husband! My husband of not even a full year! And I was so afraid you were going to die before we could get to you!” They started crying, tears dripping down their face and directly onto Alfonse’s shoulder. Through their tears, they saw Sharena, the Commander, Ratatoskr, and the other heroes they’d brought with them all looking varying levels of uncomfortable with the situation. Ah, well. Kiran would feel shame about it later on, in private. They were allowed to be upset and unprofessional at the moment, anyone in their situation would have been. “And you nearly did! Look at you!”
He did look kind of a sight, bruised and dirtied. A cut on his cheek. Dried blood in his hair. If they’d been any later… Well. Kiran was going to cut that line of thought off right there. They buried their face in their husband’s shoulder, shaking. “I don’t know what I would have done,” they confessed and, oh, their voice was shaking, too. They needed to get a hold of themself soon.
“I’m sorry, Kiran,” Alfonse repeated. “I never wanted to cause you this much distress.” He paused, presumably thinking about what he was going to say next. It was one of those things Kiran usually loved about him, the care he put into his words, but right now, it just stressed them out further. “I had faith in you and the Order, though. I trusted you would get here in time.”
And he was right, though that didn’t make Kiran feel any better. “Still. You’re important, not just to your kingdom, but to me. I don’t… want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” Alfonse said, confidently. It wasn’t a promise, exactly, but it was about as good as one, as far as Kiran was concerned. When Alfonse sounded like that, it was hard not to believe him. “Now, I believe we have somewhere to be. I, for one, don't think Princess Veronica would appreciate being kept waiting.”