"At least their strangeness has not limited your own," he teases, "But Mary..." He's not sure if he should say and ruin the peace that she has now, "Mary is well watched over."

Lavi leans against the back of his own chair, supporting them both, "Even if it is a sad memory my lady cherishes it, I can hear it in your voice." He tilts his head, "Is there a need to be stone here?" When they won't remember this place at home? When they will find themselves returned to the very moment that they left?

"You sound scared of him."