She was the margin where his life found room to breathe. When decisions pinched tight, Lissa's questions acted like windows: simple, clear, and letting in perspective. “What matters here?” she would ask, and the clatter of competing urgencies thinned until only the essential remained. That clarity was not sanctimonious; it was practical compassion — the kind that hands you a map when you're lost rather than telling you to trust the stars.
She was the margin where his life found room to breathe. When decisions pinched tight, Lissa's questions acted like windows: simple, clear, and letting in perspective. “What matters here?” she would ask, and the clatter of competing urgencies thinned until only the essential remained. That clarity was not sanctimonious; it was practical compassion — the kind that hands you a map when you're lost rather than telling you to trust the stars.