[ She considers for a moment; Luminiera seems to float near her by instinct, immediately snuggling into her arms. ]

I've spent the better part of the last six years waiting for someone. Someone I adored more than the world itself, and who I longed for more than the sun each morning.

[ She's not sure it's something she should share openly—best to keep her heart closed in a place like this—but considering the conversation thus far, she thinks Harrow would at least understand. ]

Sufficed to say, I think both of us know what despair feels like.