"Thank you for taking me out here," Molly said to you as she plucked another berry from its stem, examining it for a moment before deciding not to drop it into the basket she held — already halfway filled with the fruit — and instead took a bite of it. The colour matched her lipstick today.

"I know I can be a bit," she paused, thinking of the word as you both slowly moved through the field, "standoffish, I suppose, but... I- I really am grateful."

It was good to see her outside, for once, instead of being almost trapped in camp.