"Awakened presence?" she banters, knowing he can't explain, but enjoying turning the tables, "If our true selves are the same, why are we so different?"
Drawing breath as his lips flatten, joy moving inward, expression softening, happy because having her in the discussion was all he hoped for, grateful for her awakened presence, looking into her eyes he offers, "I can only see it when I'm sitting quietly, no words for it, and yet..."
She laughs and throws her scarf around his neck trying to get as close as possible. Her insight goes much further than his. Secretly desiring to remove his ignorance, a process of indefinite duration, she relaxes into the moment and sits with him, waiting for resonance.