Sara can't help the way her smile softens. There's something about Oliver that draws that out of her. That, unlike John, doesn't just drag out those hardest truths she would anything but put into words, but draws out something deeper. Something older. The word isn't exactly softer, but it's in there sometimes, too. Maybe it's just as equally more real.

"Don't let them fool you." Sara gestures with her glass, but there's something in her light, ocean eyes that absolutely admits her a liar even as she says it. "I still want to kill all of them at least twenty times a day."

Things to give thanks for one this day, the next:

That Oliver is out of prison. That Oliver is at her side.
That Oliver is recovering his own smile, again.
That she can give him this, too.