"'M glad," she says softly. And she is. She's glad he has the people he has. They'll be good to him - or in the case of one of them, as good to him as can be managed.

But it's still not her. Nothing changes that. And nothing changes that she's being forcibly separated from someone she loves again.

Her fingers reach out again, smoothing the hair over his ear. She's still trying to smile. "You need to come back. Promise?"