“She has. I suppose that would explain the new feeling within me.” “What do you feel, exactly?” “Warm, when I look at you,” he murmured. “As if you are in my veins, running through me, filling me with a warmth that seeps into my very bones, staving off the cold I have grown accustomed to.” He paused, seeming to search for the right words. “I feel . . . weightless, too. As if the world is not as heavy a burden to bear as I previously thought. Not when you are here with me.”
