"Someone fierce, and brave," Erin murmurs. "Someone who's faced her demon and called it by its name, even when she couldn't fight back yet. Someone not happy to be among the damned, who longs for the world of light and laughter like I do. Someone funny, and warm in her spiky way." The tiniest kiss, atop Daisy's head; Erin's voice warms for this last one. "Someone Welsh, you were pretty clear about that one."