Belle feels the touch of lips upon lips, and she tightens her arms around Ramia's neck, gently kissing her back. [i]Do I... Love her?[/i] Belle thinks about how Ramia had been beautiful upon their first meeting, how Ramia had been when she had been contaminated with that strange virus. She didn't even remember how she got it, though her memory had recovered the tiniest bit, causing her to realize that she had been smacked into by something. Ramia had been very supportive, and though it hadn't seemed like it at first -with the sudden arm grabbing and holding- she proved to be one of the best people Ramia had met. [i]Yes, I do love her.[/i]