I know they need water. So I am careful to ensure they have some. They know that I am concerned about this. And they know we should not approach one another directly. I know this as well. And they are aware of my knowledge of these matters, as I am aware of theirs. This is a relationship. I ensure there is clean water for them. They grant me, in return, something I cannot entirely understand. But it is like water. Except that it is invisble. I think another part of me that is hidden drinks it. But these are matters of relation, not language.