"There you go," Sam said, glad to see her smile grow. His smile returned and grew bigger, too. He was quiet for a moment, and then he said more seriously, "Sarissa, I think this world needs you. Not the Summer Lady."
Cheesy, maybe, but he meant it. Not only because she was his friend. She was a person, and a person had a lot more to offer the world than some mystical Mantle, no matter how powerful it was. He believed that above almost everything else, anymore.