Alice's hands clawed into the pillow for a moment, reluctant to give up the huggable comfort, but ultimately letting him take it out of her hands. Something about this man niggled at her insides, and it made her a little suspicious rather than reassured at the moment, given that she couldn't place him in her mind.
"He was just here, with me!" she said plaintively, a faint keen in her voice. The universally known sound of a frightened mother. "He's just a little baby, so helpless... what if he's hungry? Or cold!"
She rocked back and forth in her seat, fingers worrying the edges of her sleeves. "He's... he's..." she had to obviously take a moment to control herself. "He's yea big, with chubby cheeks and the sweetest smile and soft-s-s-oft brown hair." She broke down into incomprehensible crying, and suddenly exploded off the chair and back over to the bed, searching, searching for the elusive baby who was actually all grown up right in front of her.
"My baby, my son," was the repeated mantra before she whirled back toward Neville. "You--I've seen you before. You took my baby, didn't you!" The accusation was pointed and fierce, the light in her eyes both mad and full of desperation. Her bony finger pointed at him.