"Good," she decides on that as her answer. It doesn't sound permanent though; the answer that Ruby gave. She was good. They were both good. For now.

But good seemed like such a fleeting, flickering thing; . Like a small candle braving a windstorm. Just a tiny speck of light in the darkness. But at least, here and now, she and Ruby can huddle around it. Protect it. Nurture it.

"I'm glad," Snow continues. She can't even think about the alternatives right now. Doesn't want to even think about thinking about it. So she changes the subject.

"So, what are we watching?" she's actually quite curious, and she tucks her bare feet beneath her on the sofa, settling in as if it were and old habit.