Yuya blinks rapidly at Ignatius, then looks between the two fae before taking a few steps back to give them extra space. There's very little apprehension in him as she approaches, having more faith that she's worth the love Ignatius regards her with. And she's not proving him wrong--but his chest still gets tight when she levies her worry and forceful affection. It's familiar, and fills Yuya is longing for his own mother that he left to go fight, wondering what was happening to him and where he couldn't find her support.

He moves to quickly wipe his eyes, holding his breath tight, and then he smiles.