Emma smiled back just as brightly. She found that she had a soft spot for her friend Jon, maybe it was the whole life-saving thing, she wasn't sure, but she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth as far as friends go. Jon was a good man from what she could tell, and she had a good read on people.

She poured Jon some tea and sat in the chair next to him.

"I've been well. I think I'm getting married?" She muttered, still in awe herself, but not in a bad way. "How about you?