[Everything about that reaction is all the confirmation that Mitsuhide needs; the curse is over, at least for now. The relief surges through him in an instant, overwhelming and obvious in his expression.]

You are yourself again...

[He laughs quietly, and leans in to embrace Motochika in full, shifting so he can press his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Motochika may feel a touch of wetness against his skin, but that's not the result of sadness. Mitsuhide is emotional enough that the rare tears cannot help but fall.]

You cannot understand how fully I am glad of that. For all you frustrate me at times, I only ever want Motochika to be Motochika.