He looks back down at the letter. Alistair's holding it with much greater care all of a sudden, like it's plated in gold leaf.

She's nicer than Goldanna, Cullen said. Like Mia could be his sister instead, if he wanted.

"You're really -- " He stops there, overwhelmed. (Not that he was going to say much beyond a dazed repetition of his earlier half-question.) Suddenly aware he hasn't answered Cullen: "I want to. Yes. I'd love to."