[He pauses, taking in those words. Young Amelia, at least in this memory, seems so... defeated. Tired. The spark of her stubbornness is still there, but it feels muted.

Finally, he moves to sit next to her.]

I'll sit. I'd rather talk to you than wander around for now.

[His eyes sweep across her once more.]

If it's any consolation... I don't want to leave. But even if I do, can't you come with me?