She doesn't meet her eyes. She wouldn't even if the girl could see. There's a long space of silence. She'd prided herself on being his Disciple but also on being a troll who didn't need others to define her. The ideals had been taken on as her own and the man she loved/pitied/hated was her complement, not her world. Right?

Part of her worries that she's been too long just his Disciple, just repeating his words, to not latch onto him as if he is her world. God she wanted a moirail, a proper one, just hers and theirs. Not a lover trying to be everything at once for her and her for him. Not a small troll interrogating her with an agenda in mind even if she worried for her.

She finally dragged her eyes up to look at Terezi, nodding once. Something beyond the world she had created between floors 7 and 12 would be nice.

"Alright."