"If he comes for you, he'll get the report whether you're sober or not," Sonia murmurs in a warning tone. But she sincerely brightens when he confesses knowledge of her little art show, her smile going sunny even in the dark. In a way she wasn't entirely conscious of, she sort of wanted to make him proud by it, even if that hadn't been the reason she'd done it.

"I did. And not just my photographs -- anything from anyone. And it worked. Things got...just a little bit easier. You were right, Byerly. I really could do something. I could make a difference here, I could help. You were right, and I might have just gone on being miserable about it forever if you'd never talked to me about it." She draws up one knee so she can rest her cheek against it, looking at him with bright eyes. "And now I'm branching out."