"Thanks," she says with a smile, and obeys. The smile remains as she watches Lexi, totally absorbed and completely content. Whatever impulse had driven her to Lexi's, it had proven correct: she wasn't thinking about her dream, or her life, or anything but what she saw. She was in the moment, just as Lexi had told her to be the first day they'd met. And sitting there, as she'd so often done in the life she half-remembered, the line began to blur again between her and the boy she still couldn't quite believe she'd one been. It made, for the moment at least, little difference, for as Clara was content only to watch Lexi do anything, so was Gareth with Lancelot.