Etta sees Diana and her heart clenches painfully before she even knows why.
"Oh, the silly, silly man," she breathes out.
"He was—very brave. He saved numerous lives."
"Of course he did," Etta says with a faint chuckle, tasting salt on her lips, and clutches at Diana's hand as it takes hold of hers.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I haven't the faintest," Etta says. "Are you in need of a secretary?" she asks, only half jesting.
"No," Diana says, and adds earnestly, "but I would welcome a friend."
And Etta can't help but smile at that.