I remember so well, still, when I was a little girl...

[ She shuffles, tilting her head against his shoulder, a deep sigh where it just feels right to lay against him. For no other reason than closeness was too, something to be enjoyed in life. ]

I did not understand why we must let go of happiness and sorrow. I felt everything keenly, you see. I wept over everything. It seemed to have a hold on me at times, that my mother despaired at me. But one of my fathers', Salvric, he told me that to feel such is to bear witness to life, and that we must, because one without the other would not be life at all.