How boring her life would be without him. It was more than just the passionate kisses and stolen touches. His companionship on a day to day basis was invaluable to her. It was rare that she felt as though she could speak her mind freely without judgment or rather, disapproval from others.

There are days he lets her ramble on about ideas and thoughts in her mind, things she longs to do, things she wishes her brother would do, changes and improvements she wishes to foster. She desires his company in the emotional/mental sense even more than she does in the physical.

"Oh, I think it would look rather lovely with your eyes. It's your hair I would miss," she says as she reaches up to run her fingers through it with her free hand. "How would I pull you in to kiss me without it?"