That is what love is, I suppose. Sharing moments and knowing they will never be enough.

[Like with Elle, Maya's gaze remains locked on the women she's come to call hers. There's concern there, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Maya hears a faint whisper.

And then Elle is speaking, and Maya's come back to her senses.]

It's rather clumsy, I'll admit. But it's... pleasant, too.