Voran could find no words for a long time, content only to look into the abyss of her eyes. It was never easy for him to look into another person’s eyes. It was dangerously intimate, and he was squeamish about that kind of intimacy. Looking into her eyes was like staring from a peak at a river at the bottom of a valley, jumping down without closing his eyes, and then plunging into the river, only to find it had no bottom. There was no single word for it.
