today is a good day to be alive

"True," she gives him a shy little smile at that. Wasn't she the one who reminded him of that way back when?

She takes his hand in hers, squeezing tight. "I wish you'd been there. I wish you'd seen -- whatever it was that happened."

She's discovering she's just as disconcerted about the idea that she has no control over when she changes as she is over the threat to pack.