She hugs Amy back, and as she does she whispers something in her ear--

--and what she says sounds a little like the breeze blowing through the grass, and a little like hoofbeats pounding at a run over a far-off plain, and a little like the wash of waves upon some distant shore--

(there are other worlds than these)

--and all around them, somehow, the scent of roses and lilies spreads through the air.