[She glances at him when he moves next to her but has no complaints. The fact that they can connect over their similar circumstances is not what Amelia expected to happen when she offered to let Henry into her mind this evening. But perhaps it was inevitable; she had a distinct impression that there was common ground the first time they had a proper conversation. She had dismissed it then, focusing instead on returning this wildcard back to his world.

Now? It's getting harder to push Henry away.

The other half of her face is in multiple pieces so when he drags them out for her, she takes them one by one and sorts them out on the floor next to her feet.]

... The passage of time felt the most cruel to me. I know that slow aging is a benefit; I take it as a blessing now. At the time though, knowing that I was already an adult, but stuck in the body of a child for who knows how long? It compounded the idea that I was never going to progress. I was always going to be stuck here and there was no one else to tell me otherwise.

[Henry's remark makes her smile despite everything.]

Well, I was scared of you... For my students. [Not necessarily for herself.]