[ She looks forward as well, caught up in the momentum that sees the day she's in and lives within it, with an ear tipped to listen for what may be important tomorrow. Not everything lasts. Not bad things or good things or friendships or homes or sorrows or joys.

But that's okay. They're worth fighting for and protecting while one can. So she nods, glad to hear that he will be with his friends, and that they'll find reasons to laugh with each other again soon. No matter the rest, that sounds important to her. ]

I'm glad. I think you're right. I hope your other friend will come over and join the rest of you when you have your movie night. They might enjoy themselves.

[ Ah — she slows down half a step, then makes up for it again, squinting at whatever just flashed at them from the alley between buildings they're approaching. Had she seen movement? She's not sure, but while she watches, nothing else appears to be happening. ]