[With that movement and statement, Vil lets out a heavy sigh, tension practically melting away. As if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

A hand comes up to run through his hair, and he turns his head, pressing a kiss to Cater's cheek.]

As long as you understand.

[A couple more moments, and then he pulls back, hand coming up to cup Cater's cheek. There's still some tiredness in his gaze, but mostly, a loving warmth for Cater.]

Would you care to help me touch up my make-up? I only need it to be passable enough to get me to my room where I can properly redo it.