It is... inexplicable. Less to do with what you feel in your heart and more with what you feel in your soul -- and that, in some way, there is no fear that you are not capable of giving enough or receiving enough because the existence of that other is simply... enough.

[It's the most wishy-washy thing Ravine has ever allowed herself to be, but it is something she had once felt so strongly that she clung onto it, made it her own and no one else's.]