"So, um," you say. "Uh... I've been meaning to bring this up with you for a while, but about Kyouko training Sayaka...?"
Mami bites her lip, hands slowing and stopping. "Yes?"
You set the tomato down, noting it for later. "I just wanted to confirm you'd be alright with it?" you ask, gently sliding your arm around her waist and pulling her into a gentle hug.
"I- I am," she says, voice wavering.
"Mami?" you ask, and wait until she looks up at you before smiling gently. "I mean it. It'll only happen if you're absolutely OK with it. If you say no, then it's off."
Her golden eyes are very wide, and her breath comes in shallow heaves. But she meets your gaze steadily, and her voice doesn't waver. "It's fine," she says.
"OK," you say, smiling warmly at her. "For what it's worth? I'm proud of you, Mami."
She swallows, and looks down, resolve shattering. "I... there's nothing to be proud of," she says. "There- I- I tried to k-kill her."
"No," you say softly, taking a half step forward to close the distance and hug her properly. "You didn't. You fought with her, but you could never really bring yourself to try in earnest."
Mami melts into the hug with a quiet sigh, not responding to that.
"She knew... she knows it, too," you say. "She still cares, you know. I believe there's still a chance for reconciliation."
Her breath hitches.
You fall silent, letting her absorb that. She pushes away a little, just enough so that she can stare up at you. "Do- do you think so?" she asks, voice wavering.
"I think so," you say. "And I'm going to do everything I can to make it happen. If you want, Mami?"
She nods jerkily, burying her face in your chest once again. She takes a minute to recover her composure. You dig a wet tissue out of your bag, wiping her face gently, and she smiles at you. "There," you whisper.
"I'm alright," she whispers back, separating a little. "Shall we finish getting groceries?"
"Sure," you say, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. "Are you sure you're alright?"
She exhales slowly. "If... if you say you can do it, I believe you, Sabrina," she says. "And even if you can't... h-having you is enough."
"You have me," you answer simply.
She smiles, stepping forward a little to close the hug once more. "Thank you," she whispers.