It was strange, to think of how many times she'd repeated that statement to herself in the year she'd spent in the City, usually when dealing with one awful curse or another. No matter how bad things got, they always got better again, too. It was just a matter of waiting them out, and having the strength to hold on and keep hoping until then.

"You lean on me and I'll lean on you, and neither one of us will fall over," Rosella agreed, vaguely amused. "...Well, unless we're both leaning in the same direction, and then we'll fall all over each other, instead."

How was it that Sam could always manage to cheer her up, she wondered, even on days like today when she was at her absolute worst? She could be miserable and despondent and crying all over the place, and somehow he always managed to find a way to pull her out of it and make her laugh again. Yet another thing she so often took for granted...