"Bet you underestimate your impact everywhere you go," Arden murmured softly, because it wouldn't be a conversation between them if she wasn't reading him for filth in it. Hopefully the way she leaned against him helped make it a little easier to hear.

"I don't have any pictures from before I got here," she said. "It's like the first eighteen years of my didn't exist." You know, except for all the trauma. "So I try to take a bunch so there's some kind of record, outside of my memories. Proof that I was here and I had friends and we did a bunch of stupid stuff together and had fun and..." She shrugged against him. "Something I can keep with me so that no matter what happens or where I end up, I know that once I have here and you and everything. Thought maybe you could relate. The rest of the pages are for you to fill. You know, if you wanna."

She reached for his hand and squeezed. "Just saying 'thank you' is fine. You just being you is enough, Cal."