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She's finally crying and she doesn't know why.
Remembering Lulu's "no tears," Yuna gasps, "I'm sorry!"
But the mage kisses her firmly: "No apologies."
Yuna wants to tell the prickly woman to make up her mind, only she can't speak. Lulu's fingers are sliding down and in with a quiver, weaving a spell like petrify, berserk, confusion and thundaga all mixed together. But when the tears come and Yuna cries against Lulu's neck, it feels like some sort of cure.