Valency

Huginn: A heart describes a trajectory, a collision of blood and valve and oxygen. The heart may meander, but it does not wander.

Muninn: It is true to its purpose, but what that purpose is, nobody knows. And those who think they know, sometimes do not look far ahead enough.

H: You're thinking of Man, as he was, firstborn of the Maker.

M: I am thinking of Man, himself. He loved her because she was flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, heart of his heart.

H: Are you saying you wish we were like that? Bonded by bone and blood?

M: My heart, my heart; remember what ravens are about, and know that we already are.