Her family supports her. Completely. She is their daughter/sister/child and is dearly loved.

He loves how she can still find smiles, despite her heartache. It doesn't matter how ridiculous he is, not if it means she smiles even a little.

Tucking his free hand at his back, he considers the question as they walk, basket hanging from the opposite elbow.

"In this world, there could be a fair number. I haven't really looked, though we should also look for a good walnut tree to plant for him."