"Everything's gonna get better now," Merry said. She'd said those words before, sitting in this same spot, while Henry languished in his coma. Then, she'd been trying to speak it into reality, hoping, refusing to let the alternative enter her mind. Now, she said it with a rock-solid certainty. "Iestyn loves you so much. Like, Henry. His singing brought you back! That's total true love's kiss stuff, right?"