Cora takes the unlit lantern and follows Erica. Her toes curl in the sand when the water brushes up against the shore. It's like a calming caress, like one her mother used to give her when she'd been too shy or too timid to do things on her own. She'd always needed Laura to hold her hand (or do it for her). But where she would call upon Derek to handle this, Cora finds herself quite capable. Erica isn't the girl she knows from the vault — she's free and she's unchained and she's alive — but she's still her friend, even if her memories don't remember their bonding. She's not going to push Erica away simply because she doesn't remember how the three of them had sunk their claws into one another and formed their own pack. She'd done as Isaac had asked — she hadn't said a thing about her death or Boyd's — but now it's Cora's time with Erica.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cora doesn't ask with me? She's not so insecure that she expects Erica — this Erica, not the one who has experienced the vault and had died — to want the rest of the pack here with her. She wants to make sure Erica's not simply steamrolling through her grief in a bid to make everything feel better. Cora still hasn't managed to bring herself to say goodbye to Boyd, even though it's been months since she last held his body in her arms.