She wasn't sure how to interpret his response or his explanation. The mistletoe was something she'd been up against before. Just the year prior, she and Connor were exchanging adoring looks between one another. Just the year before, they'd discussed what the very definition of mistletoe was. A plant for lovers and infatuations. It really was as simple as that.

This felt entirely different. Was... was there even mistletoe above them? Eirika hadn't checked. She'd not even considered it when Connor leaned in. Had he done it intentionally? It was the case of too many questions and not enough answers. Complicated enough that she didn't know where to even begin. What a pain.

Connor's words entered one ear and didn't quite leave. If anything, they remained and echoed with promise. A promise of what? Demise? Further complication? Nothing had ever really been easy between them. Why not throw in concepts of fathers and sons at war with one another? Why not toss in a side of best friend slash jealous lover consumed by dark magic? It was a headache, to say the least.

Frowning, Eirika looked aside with thought, "Hm... I... What is it that we experienced?"