[There's a surge of relief, and Siffrin pulls back just enough to be able to look at Isabeau. There's no hint of uncertainty or hesitation in that face, and they feel a swell of fondness in that space right behind their sternum, so potent it leaves their chest aching.

They really, really love him. Whatever other doubts there may be, at least that much is true.

A soft smile spreading across their face, they duck their head back down to return to that favorite little nook against Isabeau's shoulder, exhaling a contented breath.]

You told me a lot of things. About your Change, and what you used to be like, and what you want to do from here on out...