It's not an impulse or side of herself she's proud of, and she has no desire to indulge in it. But everyone who's been even slightly self-aware knows some of the depths to which they're capable of sinking. Even the mightiest oak can be toppled, and what are tears but a rain exposing her roots?

"Yes." As uncertain as she's been about so many things, she's rock-solid on this point. She sees no point in loving if she's not going to its natural conclusion. If it's partially wishful thinking, well, she's convinced herself. "I could never forget you. Flowers always remember how to face the sun."

Once they're down the stairs, she drops her train so she can wrap her arms around him again. "They couldn't see how nice it was. I would have noticed if they were cutting in."