At his offer, she nodded. She had full confidence in Eric - even this version - because Peter had told her that he was a fine friend to her. She did not question; she only accepted Eric as a fact in her life, and one she was grateful to have.
Across the sidewalk, a bird swooped down and settled in the grass. Moonlight glistened off its feathers and turned it shades of silver and dark. It was the first bird she'd seen that wasn't Bran, and regret sang in her heart for not knowing what color those feathers happened to be.
The regret translated into the green in her eyes when she looked up at Eric. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Whatever she was going to say was lost in those moments. When she took her next breath, she said instead: "I suspect any version of Peter is a good man as well."
Dropping her palms, she shifted her position on the bench so that she was facing Eric, one leg crooked and folded in front of her. "Do you know... does Lee love him?"
There was genuine hope in the question, and nothing of jealousy or anger. But the lingering regret... This time, she didn't sigh with it. This time, she pent it up and forced it down.