Her gave was fixed on the brand and she gnawed at her lower lip, trying to stifle the flow of memories that never happened from overtaking her. A soft, shaky breath was exhaled, when the faint pain in her temples receded, though, as if the Yako ShinRa of yesterday was rebelling against being repressed, a single, final one spread over her mind's eye.
"Koi, hm?"Her lips curved shyly, touched that he trusted her enough to share this with her. "I like that...Say, do you know what 'koi' means in Japanese? I think that meaning is kind of applicable here too..."
Her cheeks positively flamed as she remembered that. It had lead up (in an incredibly roundabout way) to her finally saying she loved him, for the first time. And that reminded her of the sheer number of times she had said those words—and felt the sweet pang of sincere devotion that accompanied the words. Yako ShinRa had truly adored her husband, moody and secretive as he was.