"It's okay," Steph says quickly, lifting her gaze.

She is shorter than Rachel, compact and muscled, her face freckled and tanned from the sun of another continent. It is a sweet face but there's strength in it, too, determination and courage, only highlighted by the deliberate patterns of scars. In spite of the silly hair.

"I'm just having a rough time right now. I'll get over it."

She will. It's what she does.

"We'll get over it."