This dinner was a quiet affair, but still pleasant. (Partly thanks to how the thing helped you, thanks to the apparent return to normalcy it caused.)
It soon ended, (to soon to for liking) and where about to discus sleeping arrangement with your fellow sirens when Elizabeth asked THE heart-shattering question. "Michelle, can… Can you ever love me?"
After hearing that, you tightly hugged her, and answered "Since the beginning, you tried your best to help me the best way you knew, like any sister should. For an only-child like me, it mean an awful lot." Then, crying, you added. "So if you're fine with having a brother, I will be honored to call you my sister."
Elizabeth too was crying, now. Crying tears of joy. "Thank, Michelle… No, not Michelle. Thanks Michael! Thanks BROTHER!"