Guts is still standing there, so careful and tense, as though if he moves he might upset whatever he's done, whatever relief he conferred into Griffith with that touch.

"So we'll fix it," Griffith decides, and that certainty comes a lot easier in this moment where he feels free of the curse, even though he doesn't know why.

He returns to stand in front of Guts, reaching up to ruffle his hand over Guts' hair. "The shadows were here when you came in, but they're gone now. Somehow you banished them." That's his working theory, anyway, but he rewards Guts for the accomplishment with a sweet, brief kiss. "We're not going to flee this puzzle any more than we would flee any other challenge," Griffith promises him, keeping his hand in Guts' hair to keep him pressed brow to brow. "I will not give up my castle."

His heart swells with optimism and gratitude. The world is once more his for the taking, and he will make an opportunity if none open for him.