Her arms wrap around him and hold him tight, squeezing him before she presses her face against his neck. It's not the same as it was, a year and more ago, but it's enough. She has her best friend and, really, that's enough, isn't it? Even with the strange feeling under her palms, the knowledge that he's not exactly the same man any more.

"So," she leans into him, trying to fight back her tears and her relief - that and the sting of her face, ever present even now. "You're an owl."