She hugs him back tightly. He keeps saying that. The colors in her Kiss, calmed with reduced urgency but no less present, say true love. But she's mapped her mind - her mother likes to say that instead of putting on a facade of piety and goodness on the outside, she reached into her soul and built it so deeply in herself that it is simply real - and she doesn't have the reply there. Not yet.

She does have hugs. She has an ample supply of hugs.