Buck shushes her with a finger to her lips, "Let me get my say out. I used to wonder how you did it, kept it all together without a shoulder to cry on. Figured you visied friends, or whaever. But we all need something, Clem. to touch and be touched is not just a part of it. You're a dream of duty, but you're also a woman of immese passion, and you felt guilty trying to mix them so you kept them separate. But I think we've seen tonight that they mix well. The only problem with Honey was that while playful and challenginng and wild... she had little substance. The only problem with whatt you've shown as yourself is that you can be anything but happy for yourself. Happy for others, sure, but you don'tt let yourself enjoy what you get for yourself. And here I find out, you're the same woman? Clem...don't tell me Chieftain's aren't allowed the games of he and she, the joys of holding onto a hand on a star lit night. I've seen Chieftains who have that, even if they don't make a loud fuss for others. Your farm's leaders are often old, lonely, but they HAD hands to hold, people to kiss. They miss them. Why would you cheat yourelf of Summer's fruits just because Autumn migght take them away? It's all the more reason for us o savor each other"