Opal (The Raven Cycle, #4.5)

by Maggie Stiefvater

Opal had felt a rush of love for him. She loved him the best when he was very sad or very serious or very happy. Something about his voice breaking filled her with feeling, and something about the vacancy of his expression when he was thinking hard felt like she was looking at a dream with nothing bad in it, and something about when Ronan made him laugh so hard that he couldn’t stop made her love him so hard that she felt sad because one day he would get old and die because that was what things with animalness did.

— after all, he had dreamt her, and she was excellent

Outside of a dream, there were not girls with furry legs and hooves (although she thought there should have been, since both were very practical in the underbrush).