Una laughed. "Yes, I think so. Definitely in a much more forgiving mood." She took a drink of her own water and turned to lie on her stomach, resting on her elbows. She looked at Starbuck, her eyes kind. "There's no obligation on you, you know," she said quietly. "I don't really do that sort of thing, as you might've guessed. I'm happy enough to count you a friend."

Not that she'd say no to this sort of thing happening again, either. But one thing at a time.