Flesh
She has never realized before what it means to be made of earth. They're so heavy, her parents, with bodies that gravity pulls toward the ground as surely as the sun rises over the world each morning. No matter how often the madman pulls them out of time, for them it still passes in the same way. The weight of the world is their doom and their destiny.
But she is made of time, born to dance on the edge of the world. For her, flesh is just a garment, as it is for him. She watches her husband, realizing how little it has come to matter that they meet out of time. They are not weighed down, and their lives are ever in liquid flux. They are linked by the stars.