"Awwww, sweetie." So happy for you, Dinah sent. Memories were overwhelming her: the first time they talked, on the roof of the dorm, with Jono playing his guitar, and Dinah singing along. The time in the Glacian War after the horrible poison cloud had seared his throat. Jono with a different face, Jono recovering from things, Jono being silly. She laughed, even if it was a little watery. "No thanks necessary. You're marrying your guy. That's all we want for you."