Sheesh, it even looked like Centora might weep over this climatic scene. Whenever she felt something, she felt it deeply. She still kept a good hold onto him, but thankfully it wasn't as tight or as constrictive as before. Maybe on some level she remembered he was a living breathing human being, and not a pillow.

But the tears came anyway when the princess decided to take on the deceased knight's quest in his honor. Not full on sobbing, thank goodness, but streams of water fell down her cheeks, and she clenched a fist in triumph. "I'm so proud of her...!"