This wasn't working... at all and Neville was beginning to feel hopeless, he couldn't even talk to his own mother, couldn't even tell her that she is his mother.
Neville closed his eyes, saddened by this new onslaught even after he'd tried to put her at ease - seemed Neville underestimated her madness, and that of a mother separated from her child. Maybe it was time for the truth?
He was a Gryffindor after all, he'd faced down the Dark Lord himself and he was more scared of troubling his mother further than dying on the spot. Breathing deeply, he looked around, asking silently for help, he didn't know what to do but he couldn't leave her like this; crying on the floor and asking for her baby when he was right there with her.
Walking towards her, he crouched down and tried to make her look at his eyes. "You don't have to cry or worry Alice. He's fine. I know you miss him..." he gulped at this and hoped that she remembered a bit of the past she seemed to be stuck in "...he's safe, from 'you know who'... Neville is safe." He knew he was going to have to explain that, but he did have a plan in case she questioned him. But hopefully (and Neville prayed on the spot) she would realize that her baby being safe was the best she could ask for at the moment, and it would buy him some time in order to explain - who knows, her clarity may begin to broaden and she'd recognize his eyes, maybe something in his voice, his laugh... something. But not this, Neville didn't know if he could bear it.