Lapis looks up at the offered hand. It would be nice to say she can accept it gladly this time, but if there's one thing we've established today, it's that nothing's ever going to be that easy. Look, even without all the relationship drama, she just got manhandled by Jasper like several dozen times and there's definitely a part of her that would prefer to not touch anyone again for the next year. (That feeling will not actually last a year, fortunately. These two have held hands way more than that by now.)
She can, however, accept it at all, and that's a marked improvement. It's frustrating that it still kind of feels like she must be doing something wrong, that she can't just properly appreciate having someone so thoroughly on her side. But it's... it's such a damn miracle that the hand is somehow still there at all. If there's one thing she's established, it's that there is no way to mistake that for anything but good. Also, Lapis is sufficiently worn out that, while she can stand up under her own power, it might honestly take longer, and nobody needs this pointlessly protracted any more than it already has been.
'Did it work', like this was all a puzzle awaiting the right input to solve. The awful kicker is that it really was, too. Lapis doesn't answer that immediately. Helping her up feels like nothing, and her expression is unreadable, aside from her generally looking like a bit of a mess of a person. Regardless, she's coming along cooperatively. She casts an uncertain glance at Jasper's disembodied gem; it's unclear whether Lapis knew it was there or just now noticed it. But then it's back to what's in front of her. When she does speak it's quiet, as if all the shouting that didn't come from her throat tired that out too, but she answers dutifully, because she owes that much. "I think so."
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She can, however, accept it at all, and that's a marked improvement. It's frustrating that it still kind of feels like she must be doing something wrong, that she can't just properly appreciate having someone so thoroughly on her side. But it's... it's such a damn miracle that the hand is somehow still there at all. If there's one thing she's established, it's that there is no way to mistake that for anything but good. Also, Lapis is sufficiently worn out that, while she can stand up under her own power, it might honestly take longer, and nobody needs this pointlessly protracted any more than it already has been.
'Did it work', like this was all a puzzle awaiting the right input to solve. The awful kicker is that it really was, too. Lapis doesn't answer that immediately. Helping her up feels like nothing, and her expression is unreadable, aside from her generally looking like a bit of a mess of a person. Regardless, she's coming along cooperatively. She casts an uncertain glance at Jasper's disembodied gem; it's unclear whether Lapis knew it was there or just now noticed it. But then it's back to what's in front of her. When she does speak it's quiet, as if all the shouting that didn't come from her throat tired that out too, but she answers dutifully, because she owes that much. "I think so."