Happiness transforms her. Like the way she held the carved deer, it shows the kid inside her, the person she was probably going to be before she was taken and changed by whatever happened in her reality. Logan can't help but grin back at her, and when she impulsively hugs him, smelling of teenage sweat and earth, he grips her shoulder for a moment before she pulls away again.

"It's ok, kid. Here," he offers the pot, "I'll trade ya for the beer."