"So… we're good?" Glinda asked, looking hesitantly at her best friend. She'd questioned Elphaba and Fiyero multiple times, both together and separately, with and without using the truth potion, and still found that their story, albeit unbelievable, added up – which frustrated her to no end. It seemed she had no choice but to believe them, but that would mean having to deal with an overwhelming multitude of entirely conflicting feelings. Should she feel happy? Betrayed? Relieved? Sad? Hopeful? Guilty? According to Elphaba and Fiyero's tale, all three of them had slipped up, chosen the wrong side, made mistakes – and maybe this insane situation was a chance for redemption, for each of them?

"We're good," Elphaba assured, seeing her best friend's concerned expression. Glinda smiled briefly, but the smile quickly faded and gave way to a concerned expression.

"What should we do?" she asked, clasping her hands nervously. "I mean… it's just the three of us against the Wizard of Oz…"

"No. It's not." Elphaba shook her head firmly. "Not if we do it your way."

"My way? What's my way?"

"The smart way. The cunning way. The resourceful way." Elphaba smiled slightly when she saw Glinda pout. "Just… the Glinda way."

"Oh, Elphie, stop making fun of me!"

"I'm not!" Elphaba protested fervently. "Look, I may be academically smart, but my initial solution to the problem was to fly off, yelling and making a huge spectacle of myself. I'd hardly call that a very smart decision, even if it was the right decision. But you, Glinda, you have something I don't. You have charisma. You a way of getting through to people. I mean, just look at Animal Allies!"

Glinda took a moment to think about it. She had to admit, she had been surprised by how their little discussion club had reacted to the recent events. On the day after the rally, Glinda had informed the group of Elphaba's injury and Shilah's departure, as well as the official-looking letter she'd received that morning. We hereby remind you and your associates that participating in any political gathering without official approval from the Wizard or His authorized representative constitutes a punishable offense, and any similar transgressions will in the future be treated with furthermost severity, she'd read out reluctantly, wincing; certain that the threat would prove enough to break any remaining morale. Yet, when she'd raised her head from the letter, all she'd seen was a dozen faces filled with resolve and determination.

"Well…" she mused, looking at Elphaba hesitantly.

"Come on. No offence to anyone, but I doubt most of the group would have given a second thought to Animal rights if not for you. But you've inspired them; so much so that they're willing to continue secretly working for the cause despite having explicitly been warned not to. Why do you think none of them resigned after you told them about the letter? I think it's because they trust you, Glinda. And getting people to trust you is our best chance at—are you crying?"

"No," Glinda mumbled, clearly wiping tears off her cheeks. "Elphie, this is by far the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"What? No, it's not."

"Yes, it is," Glinda insisted. "But it's okay, Elphie. I still love you."

Elphaba rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Better hand me my textbook; the exams are coming up and—"

"Elphaba," Glinda said, raising her eyebrows expectantly. "You have to say it back."

"I don't want to."

"Elphie!"

"Can I say it in Vinkun?"

"No! I want it in Ozian, right now!"

"Ugh, fine!" Elphaba mumbled, gritting her teeth. "Iloveyoutoo."

Glinda squealed and threw her arms around Elphaba, who winced.

"Alright, that's enough," she said, to which Glinda's only reaction was to hug her even tighter. "Ow! For Oz's sake, get off me, you monster!"