A/N: One last chapter for adorability. Many thanks to my amazing readers and reviewers!

Webby sat on a tree branch high off the ground. Swaying slightly in the breeze, legs dangled over open air, only one hand resting on the branch kept Webby in place. Her eyes were closed, face turned upward.

On the ground some thirty feet below, Dewey tried to not have a heart attack. He resisted the urge to yell at Webby, for fear of startling her.

"If you concentrate any harder, you're gonna lay an egg."

Dewey jumped a foot in the air at Lena's voice. He hurriedly shushed the teen without taking his eyes off Webby.

"What're you- oh. What's Webby doing?"

Dewey shrugged, finally glancing at his companion.

Lena still looked the same way she always had, before the incident a week before. Her attitude was the only thing that had changed, and only slightly at that. She was understandably wary of the adults in the mansion, despite Uncle Scrooge's reassurances and Mrs. Beakly's acceptance. To the triplets, she acted the same. With Webby, Lena was happier than Dewey had ever seen anyone.

Not that he blamed her. Webby was an amazing friend. Even knowing the dangers, Webby had been willing to give her life for a hopeless spell to bring Lena back. If Uncle Scrooge had acted even ten seconds later… well, nobody was sure if there would have been enough magic to bring two ducks back to life.

As it was, Webby and Lena had slept for three days, both girls waking in the same second. Huey and Louie had taken a day to recover, and Mrs. Beakly had only needed to sleep the rest of the night. Uncle Scrooge hadn't given anything himself, though his number one dime had gained a tarnished appearance. And Dewey… okay, he'd been out as long as the girls.

He'd been a bit closer to the edge than he liked to think.

"Hey, Webby!" Lena called, startling Dewey from his thoughts.

Webby jumped, blinking back to the present and giving Dewey another heart attack when she wobbled on her perch. She quickly caught herself and beamed down at her friends.

"Get down from there before Dewey calls the fire department," Lena said, grinning at Dewey's flustered cry.

Webby laughed and clambered to the ground in seconds. She bounced in place, feeling light and warm from her time in the sun.

"What were you doing up there, Pink?" Lena asked as the trio meandered toward the mansion.

"Just thinking," Webby said.

"About what?" Dewey asked.

Webby opened her mouth, then paused. She… hadn't really been thinking, really. But since the incident, she'd often found herself sitting in the sun and soaking up the warmth.

"I don't know," Webby finally said.

Dewey just shook his head at her and reached up to pluck a leaf from her feathers. Lena snatched the leaf and stuck it in his feathers. Dewey yelped and tried to brush it away, but Lena had stuck it in good. Webby pulled another leaf from her sleeve and jumped up to stick it into the feathers on the other side of his head.

Webby and Lena laughed at Dewey's "ears." Dewey started to pull the leaves out, then shrugged and left them. His beak split in a grin.

The three friends walked on, not noticing their matching blue friendship bracelets glowing brighter as their laughter rose louder.

A/N: Webby was totally soaking up the sunlight to refill her majorly depleted energy. Besides the power of friendship, Webby's charged by sunlight, Dewey by moonlight, and Lena by shadows. They can all do minor magic with the bracelet amulets. Does that mean anything? No, I just made it up and rather like it.

Griffin, out!