Herian's not totally sure how to respond. Too often it feels as though her words are clumsy things, in moments like these - too crowded and too measured in the same moment, as though she needs far too many words to express what others can convey succinctly. I, as well seems inadequate to convey the depth and nuances of it.

Instead she leans down, catching the corner of Cosima's mouth with a lingering kiss. That might better serve.