“Yes, and no,” she said with a sigh though she no longer looks resigned. There is much that she has come to expect from Rene Courfeyrac, his ability to show up when least convenient and most entertaining (for him) one of them. “I suppose we’re lucky Gavroche is not snowed in as well, or we would never have had enough peace for this.”

Sybil holds out her hand, the ring simple and beautiful on her finger. Unsure of what else to say she turns to him, a kiss better than any words.