Selfishly Jefferson would accept this request. How could he not? All they had in this cursed world was each other and the rest of their friends who came and went, along with the fleeting light of hope that came and went.
"It's not giving up." He assured her, petting from her head to her back, all but cradling the savior. "You've been through enough to take as long a break as you need. You've tried and tried, exhausted and reached to the furthest of your capabilities." Even farther than that. All of them had been through enough just in the presence of Grimoire. Jefferson wouldn't hold anyone guilty of doing nothing but trying to get through the day.
Least of all the woman he loved. "Should I get this in writing?"