Neverwinter Forest chrysanthemum

I can ask her, he said, feeling her discomfort. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lack that vital part of himself. But he sympathized, 

He was grateful for words. It was comforting to know that he was not alone in being lonely. Her speaking his native tongue did not ease his feelings of loneliness and nostalgia, but the familiarity stirred something else in him. They grounded him, hearing those words from someone else's mouth. He felt connected, even though she was not fluent. He laughed. I am glad also, he pressed his head to hers. Kuonana kwaolewa. Meetings are...what's word...God...s... wills them? They must happen.