This needed to be drawn.
It's Tree and I, of course, but human-selves. So that's something a little different. I draw critter-selves all the time (rat and lynxfox, moth and magpie), but never people-selves. Which is silly-- people-selves are selves, too. They're real. They're so, so real-- these are the selves we can see and hear and touch, not just on paper but in reality. (At least when distance isn't busy making that difficult. But that's a different issue entirely.)
People-selves are not the end-all be-all of identity, but they're one of so many, many real selves. And they're beautiful. Sometimes I think we forget that our tangible, physical, human selves are beautiful because we're so used to the idealized images we create of what we hope we are or wish we could be.
And I think that's a lot of why this needed to be drawn.
(And the rest I guess speaks for itself? I could talk for hours but I guess it would be redundant.)