She's found her purpose now, the point of her life that Giles had insisted to her was important, that she could not continue to exist without having established with firmness and commitment. Her reason for waking in the morning, for taking care of herself and her health during the day, for pushing herself to her maximum and trying her hardest, doing her best and being her best in everything she can. Something to look forward to, something to come home to, something to live for and defend, to protect and receive comfort and humor and happiness from, something to give her meaning and inspiration and to keep her from ever feeling discouraged and alone. Something to center her life around, something to keep her in balance and yet continue to spur her on into never plateauing or growing complacent…something to hold close as her own. Even something to love with a growing quiet ferocity that can astonish even herself in its depth over time.
And what is most amazing to Faith, what she can feel to be true when she steps into his arms, when she tilts her face up to his kiss, when they lie together in bed with her head on his chest, his heartbeat thudding steadily beneath her ear, or even in the simple reach to grasp each other's hands, a simple exchange of smiles, is that in those moments without words, with nothing but open, honest gestures, she can feel and fully believe that Giles too has a purpose, and she no longer needs to wonder what that purpose might be.