Dia spends a moment just staring at Mari's face, unblinking. The goosebumps creep down her back, but she doesn't move away a second time, her feet rooted in place. Her pulse is beating out of control, and she can feel it in her chest, in her fists, in her throat when she swallows.

"You... meant it," she echoes Mari's sentiment once she's able to process it. Somewhere in her head, Dia feels she's known for weeks. Somewhere else, she still doesn't believe it.

"You're serious?"