“He went out there for you, you know,” she said. “So you wouldn’t be alone.” “I know.” I felt the weight of that responsibility, even though it was oddly warm and comforting in my chest. Nura’s eyes flicked back to me, a dull glimmer glittering as the corners of her eyes crinkled—the one sign of a small, distant smile. “I knew he would.”
he's a good friend
