Dasha was silent for some minutes. When at last she spoke again, there was something of softness in her voice, and in her expression. "Have you told her what she means to you? How well you love her?" She cocked her head, seeming to regard him in a new light. "She deserves to know. I think perhaps it would do her good to know. She is...precious. She must be made to feel so cherished. She must be made to...to feel safe again. She is only happy when she is free to give her heart away, and have it handled with reverence and adoration. You say she hides her pain, holds herself away from you, from others...but she is not meant to live that way."
She looked thoughtfully out of the window for a moment, and a haunted, aching look touched her face. "If you love her, make it clear. Hold nothing back from her. Honest passion, not reserve and propriety, must be the way with her now, I think. She has had enough of empty words for one lifetime. If you love her, show her."