Their bodies look as they want them to. They appear to have the necessary anatomy. It’s different, though. It doesn’t feel quite like physical nerve endings and tactile pleasure. Instead, it is heat, warmth, and comfort—the same kind they feel whenever they touch—but on an immense scale, not localized as it was in the physical world. They revel in each other’s nearness. It hurts, too, those ever-sensitive frayed edges prickling with the remembrance of what used to be, but as always, touching another soul—even if it’s not the rest of one’s own—helps with that. She has felt this before, she realizes, the very first time she saw him here and his presence filled hers. There was less joy then and more relief from pain and terror.