[In Konoha's experience, it was better to let an emotion out than to bottle it up. Sure, there were times when you couldn't, times when you just had to keep fighting, keep moving, keep going... But this is somewhere safe. Somewhere without judgement. And so honestly... she was hoping he'd cry.
So she lets him cry as long as he needs, quietly accepting (but not requiring) his apologies and letting the sounds of chopping on the cutting board and hooves on the wooden floors serve as accompaniment to tears.
When he's ready, she's there with a smile and helpful tasks that can be accomplished with one arm, with a meal they've made and can enjoy in the same seats that had once been occupied by two other demon slayers.
One small serving of which is placed reverently on the altar in front of Shinobu's bromide.
But even with as much as she supports tears when the occasion calls for them... She won't let him go home until she sees a smile.]
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So she lets him cry as long as he needs, quietly accepting (but not requiring) his apologies and letting the sounds of chopping on the cutting board and hooves on the wooden floors serve as accompaniment to tears.
When he's ready, she's there with a smile and helpful tasks that can be accomplished with one arm, with a meal they've made and can enjoy in the same seats that had once been occupied by two other demon slayers.
One small serving of which is placed reverently on the altar in front of Shinobu's bromide.
But even with as much as she supports tears when the occasion calls for them... She won't let him go home until she sees a smile.]