[ With how they held each other, Sasha is reminded of warmer days -- of naps under trees in the summer, of holding Alone's hand as they ran through the streets of her hometown, of touching Tenma's cheeks; days she had long left behind and now she feels a piece of it again.
She brings a hand up Tieria's opposite cheek, gently grazing her thumb over his skin, lightly leaning into the contact. ]
It is. Very much.
[ She closes her eyes at his question. A deity's definition of "love" differs over that of parents, friends and lovers. But she does not see Tieria as a mother would a son, as a god would a worshiper. ]
It must be. Something like this can only be shared between those who trust each other, who care about each other and who love each other.