Lights's ear flicks in Satandir's direction, trying to actually take in the sentiment for what it was. He wasn't dead. It shouldn't matter, right? What does anything matter if you make it out alive?

But then Brimstone holds him and he feels his ears reflexively pull pack, their expression at the mercy of his emotions. He hiccups the way one does when they are crying but are trying very hard not to, and as she begins to wipe away his tears he folds in against her, wrapping an arm around her waist for support.

He never really knew if this kind of thing would be okay between them, but right now it doesn't really seem to matter. For a moment, he just feels like a child.