It's sort of nice, having someone worry about her. Half the time it seems like the adults in her life are just trying to teach her how to be an adult -- which she appreciates, since she has no clue -- but none of them really worry about her. Not like her parents did. And it's not like she expects Harley to start treating her like a kid, but it's still kind of nice. It makes her feel a little bit better.

"I will," she says and rather than looping her arm through Harley's this time, she reaches out and takes his hand. Just for a second, just long enough to squeeze lightly and climb up onto the top of the path, hearing the rumble of the water getting closer by the second. "Thanks."