Why had she ended up in his apartment, of all the places in the world? She'd been in China when the timeline had begun to reset, and the mansion in New York before that. Was the cosmos trying to right its wrong by letting her see him one last time before she was forced to forget her life?

Then he took her hand and that was the only thing she could think about. The warm of his hand radiated through the cloth between them, and the strength of those agile fingers wrapped around her soul. Remy.

She was so lost in the sudden realization that this truly wasn't a dream that she almost missed his suggestion of food. For a second, her eyes widened and she looked very much like a deer in headlights. The idea of being around people again was thrilling after living in isolation for so long, but it was also terrifying. What if she... But no. She would be with Remy and he would help ensure that nothing happened, she knew that. So her expression shifted into its former weariness and she nodded.

"Okay," was all the answer she could muster, but the tiny smile helped to convey her sincerity.