Dusk was falling, the sky painted in crimsons and golds as they walked down Loon Street, holding hands (in a friendly way), her dress rippling in the rising wind, Cal holding her suitcase with BD on his back. It's just...nice. Relaxing and calm and nice.

"You know," she said softly, "this is just...so normal. And that sounds maybe not great, but I mean it just the opposite. It's the kind of normal I never expected to have. Walking down the street with a cute guy and his adorable best friend, not having to be afraid that the Duskwatch is gonna drag me off and execute me because I didn't fake being human well enough..." She trailed off, sorting through her thoughts. "I'm not scared," she finally realized. "I mean, I probably will be if I think about it too hard, but right now? I'm not scared. That's beautiful."