She reaches up, resting her hand over his, and perhaps for the briefest of moments her thumb rubs over the nearly invisible bracelet he still wears. And she smiles, and leans forward and kisses him once more, although this time it is on his forehead.

"Then I am glad as well. Goodnight, my Daniel."

And with another breeze, this one perhaps more like cider than simply cinnamon, she is gone again.