"Yuuna-san, is there… something I can do to help?" Kouhei asked Yuuna.
He already knew. He knew there wasn't much he could do, yet he couldn't suppress the gnawing need to offer himself in some way. The thought of standing idle while the people he cared about risked everything left a bitter taste in his mouth. This wasn't some trivial issue he could overthink his way out of—it was war. Yet, here he was, desperate to make a difference, no matter how small.
Yuuna turned to him, her soft, warm smile radiating a calmness that sent shivers down his spine. "Just support us with all of your heart. That alone is more than enough," she said, her voice like silk. She reached out and gently tapped the tip of his nose, her touch delicate but grounding.
"Okay…"