"Zuha, when you're this close to me, do I dream of you?" It was but a whisper in the quiets of the night, though as such, Kazuha heard it loud and clear, like the ringing of bells in a warm summer air and the soft buzzing of bees. It didn't help that she was so close to her, sleepy eyes looking so earnest, waiting for an answer. Something about the way she looked at her made Kazuha pause. Oh. She would give a response. Certainly. It was her Kkura unnie that was asking