"I would like to," Erin murmurs, without hesitation. "I'd like to sleep in the bed my friend made with her own hands, out of thoughtless kindness. I'd like a door I can lock when the world is simply too much, so I can read or cry or just roll the dice on a nap. And..."

"...I'd like to keep being your friend, Helena. If you'll have me."

She blows the match out before the flame can burn her, and drops it in the ashtray.