She may not have known what to expect, but some sort of fairytale reunion had been last in her mind when she'd decided to seek out John again. They'd never exactly been picture perfect, the two of them. It has always come down to choices, really. Some of them - overlooking a few unexplained scratches here and there, not asking what it was that kept him awake into the wee hours - had been relatively easy. The decision to return to Belfast, on the other hand, had ached for ages, and left scars on both of them that she was afraid would never fully heal.

But, however unconscious the realization, she was coming to see that in the end, she could never bring herself to choose anyone but John. And if this was the choice she had to make for it to work out between them the second time around, well then...

"You might be on to something, there," she admitted quietly; her eyes found the tree in question, though it took her a few moments to realize that there was no particular reason it should be lit that way, and in fact seemed to be glowing of its own accord. "Better the devil you know, an' all. I don't suppose there's any... simple way to go about it. An easy place to start. Maybe with why that tree's - glowin', is it?"