"C'mere, "Mione." He opened his arms to her, and she crawled across the bed and snuggled up against her friend, leaning her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her back and leant his chin on the top of her head. "You'll find it one day, "Mione; I know you will. How could you not? You're kind, and strong, and bloody brilliant, and not half bad looking."