[The nickname sprung so casually flusters her enough that her face goes pink and she no longer feels like she's at risk of crying, but it's almost ignored as he continues, making her shake her head. It was true. There was no changing her mind, not after he proved he cared for both living and dead the way he did whenever he could. Once she's caught her breath again, she peeks over through her bangs, takes another second, then wanders over again to take his hand. Her other hand moves to rest over the top, as if she's trying to warm him between both her own, but really it's more of a shield. Ryder brings their hands up, and presses her lips to her own fingers since she can't press them to his. Her blush burns even hotter.]
Um. This -- this one. ...Should work.
[To try and nudge them back in the direction of Fun despite her making things more awkward by the second. She is just the absolute worst? Ugh, burn her. Maybe all this fire under her skin will become real and she'll save them some future conversation about "hey Ryder what the fuck was all that", if she prays hard enough. She's never really prayed before now, but surely some higher power will do her that solid, right?]
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Um. This -- this one. ...Should work.
[To try and nudge them back in the direction of Fun despite her making things more awkward by the second. She is just the absolute worst? Ugh, burn her. Maybe all this fire under her skin will become real and she'll save them some future conversation about "hey Ryder what the fuck was all that", if she prays hard enough. She's never really prayed before now, but surely some higher power will do her that solid, right?]