[ It wasn't like she could blame Ramesses for his elation, or how he showed it. After over a year of courting, of challenges and triumphs within their relationship, his openness with is affection and certainty in her receptiveness of it was earned and established. So he likely couldn't have expected how... familiarly hesitant Chariot was to accept it, her nerves spiking and anxiousness worn in the eyes behind her weaker smile. Like something had changed, regressed... another step backwards.

She felt almost immediately guilty about it. She had... a lot of ground to cover, still. There was so much changed, so much more complicated by Croix being there. Like she suddenly had reason to doubt her right to it, once again. A stirring in her heart made frightening and unknowable...

She tried to put it aside. And to her credit, she didn't move away from him, keeping within his arms as she turned back to Croix. ]

I think... we should probably wait for her to be more secure here, first, before she dives into all that. We're still furnishing her living space, and then there's the whole thing about Bonds and...

[ Stumbling over her words, still. It would almost make it seem like THOSE concerns were why she had been so hesitant in the face of Ozymandias' affection. ]