Of course he wanted to see her happy. Knuckles was her closest male friend, though she'd never really discussed much in the way of girl things with him. For the obvious reason. But it had never escaped her that if someone did something to her that she didn't like, he'd quickly get involved to defend her.

Idly she wondered how far that would go. In a way, it was almost as if he was a Pokémon and a member of her team. And she had to admit that to some degree, he was family. What would she have called him, however? She didn't know. At the end of the day, Knuckles was Knuckles and that was the only way she could title him.

She found herself halting almost immediately when he reached out for her. "If I knew what made me happy, I likely would have gone for it much sooner. How do I really know when I'm happy? How do I know that whatever I feel isn't what everyone around me feels?" She shook her head, "That's not convenient for me to find out. It's not like I'm the only person in the world. I'm always going to feel whatever that person over there is, or whatever you feel, even when you're down the hall."