They wake up lying on the ground.
Outdoors.
It's a bright, clear day.
Their body feels different.
Who's in front?
Warm, eager curiosity, with a side of playful smirk? Okay feels like it's Sable.
No, no, that's exactly what she is yearning for.
"I... Thanks, Sable."
"...This is nice."
Then after a moment she blushes a bit and giggles. "Our old world had a saying that maybe applies, or at least a variant of it, if I can just decide what label we use now. Got any suggestions?"
"Oh, goodness... Aspiring girlfriends? I don't know what to call what we're doing here any better than you do, I think. Words don't readily exist for - something almost like soulmates, except that the situation is such a disaster that that can't be allowed to predominate. 'Partners' would be right, except for the ways in which it's wrong... But what's the saying you're thinking of?"
"Eheh, the original is 'world hard and cold, tiddy soft and warm,' but there's a variant that subs in 'girlfriend soft and warm' or any other coupley label."
"Well. I suppose we both are soft and warm. And any of our given names fit the scansion, as it happens."