Despite it all, a faint smile nudged the corners of Will's mouth. "She's incredible," he agreed.
Another small hesitation; a quick glance to ensure nobody else was in earshot. "She offered to help me, too," he said quietly. "'S how we met. Didn't know me from a sack of potatoes, and there she was ready to roll up her sleeves for me before she even knew what I needed. She gives so much."
He was still digesting the other part, about the book and what it had given Patrick back. He'd known the broad strokes of it and he'd known that it had done the job, but hearing it from the horse's mouth was something different. Reason to hope, maybe?