[ Listening to Harrow can be unsettling, like her own feelings are given shape and form through another person's words. All the same, she nods her head from where it's still leaned against Harrow's shoulder. ]

Yes, exactly. My life and my love has been with Katalina for years—before I knew her, I was listless. I spent life asleep and dreaming of nothing.

[ There's complications when your entire life revolves around a singular axis like this. Harrow's Tomb, Vira's love. No matter how beautiful the rest of the world may be, how could she enjoy it without Katalina? ]

I've never needed more. Though lately, I feel that... [ she hesitates, wrestling with some words before she asks her, quiet and thoughtful. ] If the Tomb takes up so much space in your heart, do you ever fear for loving something else? That something may step beside it—may even overtake it?