It doesn't even occur to Camilla that Henry could mean Julian. Julian was never her friend. Her teacher, yes. Perhaps even her god, at one time, insofar as Camilla could ever worship anything outside the closed circle of herself. Nothing so close as a friend.

(Could Camilla ever consider as friend someone constitutionally incapable of desiring her?)

Now, what he does mean, that she can't decide with complete certainty. At first she thinks, of course, it's her he means. But -- would Henry call her a friend? They haven't been lovers since before he died. They circle around one another, each only approaching so far. She's not sure when that pursuit will end, or how it will end -- if she'll allow herself to be caught.

(Do you call your prey a friend? Do you call your goddess a friend?)

Delicately she reaches to lay her hand lightly over his, his left hand, the one that isn't holding the pen. "At least you came back."