"I'm not expecting anything," she says, though that's not entirely true. She always expects to be deserted, unless she does it herself preemptively. She lifts her eyes back to Sam. "I hope you'll give me a chance, is all."

When Saffron first met Sam, the first Sam she knew, she'd started out being friendly with him because she adored his brother. But then Sam had had become a friend in his own right, one she valued highly, and now she hates the thought of them being here in this city and not at least trying to get that back.