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Weston chuckled a little when Amira suggested walking ahead of him so she could keep an eye out for Rebecca and her mother. "Sounds good. You'll know Rebecca's mother if you see them together. It'll be obvious," he said, and Rebecca smiled, shrugging a bit. "She's a lot older than she was before you died, you know," she said, and Weston smiled. "But I'm sure she's still as beautiful as ever. Actually, you know what? You should tell her that. Tell her you had a dream that her brother, your Uncle Weston, came to you and told you to tell her how beautiful she is. She'd love it," he said with a smirk, and Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. "I think that's cruel," she said, though her light, teasing tone indicated that she was only joking. "I should get back now, before she wonders what's keeping me so long. It was nice seeing you both, though. Oh - and you two were holding hands! Does that mean you're...you know...?"