"The carefullest," Merry promised in full earnestness. And she was, folding her arms around him with slow and deliberate care, taking pains not to put pressure on any of his many wounds. She pressed her forehead against his hair and sighed, blinking away the sudden sting of tears. "Henry," she said seriously, "I love you so much. Just so much." She'd been repeating those words over and over since they'd brought her big brother into the hospital, but now that he was awake to hear them it felt like suddenly the most important thing that she say it.