Seamus closed the book, promising to return. Emma tried to squeeze his hand back, managing a slight touch of her fingers on the back of his hand, at least.
She thought about the question but other than knowing she would have something to which to look forward, something for which she wanted to grow stronger, what could there be?
The muscles in her face protest as she gave him a slight smile, something they hadn't done in ages. 'No,' she whispered.