"I hate that you are lost," she said softly. "I hate that you are hurting. And it only makes me wish to draw you into my arms and comfort you, and yet I cannot. I fear so much that I will make things worse, that I shall make you uncomfortable and scare you away. And I do not want that! I want you to smile, to be happy with me. Like it always was."
She couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Ah, Sara, you always think too much. That is as true to your heart as anything about you. It is what makes you wise, and yet it is also what makes you difficult."
She took her hand and placed it on his chest over his heart, and smiled a little.
"And yet they still beat in sync. That must mean something."