Dia's heart dips, then flutters, and she sinks into the kiss. It's a sweet, gooey feeling, like honey pooling in her chest -- Mari, uncontainable force of nature that she is, being so quiet and careful with her.

And she's cute. With her cheeks flushed and her hair all sticking out. Dia's eyes crinkle with fondness as she smoothes the errant locks down, before pulling Mari into another, deeper kiss.

"Of course I trust you," she breathes once she's pulled away, bumping their foreheads lightly together.