Saoirse nods solemnly, touched that she would even want to. She hugs her again, careful of the note, then stretches up to kiss her cheek. That's what Dad always did to her, with his scratchy beard. Saoirse doesn't have a beard, of course, and neither does Greta. But she feels like it's the right thing to do, anyway, and she sort of nuzzles her nose against Greta's cheek.