[The moment, the realization, the understanding, the sheer epiphany... it had changed her life. In a moment, she had been born anew, remade, refashioned, and repurposed. To share a mere fraction of the impact it had on her is all she can ever ask for.]

[Again, his hand is in hers, and it is odd. Not unpleasant, merely new and unusual. Something she could perhaps get used to, if he continued to do it.]

I do not know if any of it is 'for the best'. Indeed, I think were our lives to take different paths, what we think of as 'the best' would be very different. But I would not trade anything I have now for a different path, of that I am as certain as I have ever been of anything. Every path is painful, after all. But every path is unique, as well.

That very day, I set off on a journey. To travel the world, hear its voice, feel its breath. To see every last miracle, every unique facet of this fragile, wonderful existence of ours. And what I saw was... beautiful.

[Up ahead, the edge of the trail at last. The cliffside, and its overlook across the small, cozy world that is theirs, for now. Venat doesn't run, but she does tug his hand gently, urging him to hurry and come see the view.]