Early on, he loved to make her laugh. The sound seemed to bubble up out of her from some forgotten chamber of her soul and she seemed surprised and pleased by it, almost like she was unaware of where it came from but was delighted by the feeling.
A lifetime of healing and care-taking others had taken their toll on her. Not in the physical sense since she appeared younger than her age would suggest, but in her spirit. She had the air, a way of moving and speaking, of someone much older and wiser.
Once the laughter passed, that sad fragility returned to her soul, but for a moment, the briefest moment of breath, her heart and spirit soared together. For now, that was enough. Enough laughter, enough moments to help mend a wounded life. He began to realize maybe why they had met.