"I suppose," Amanda said, offering Jim a bemused smile as his hand settled on her wrist, "we're both in the same sort of position," She said, looking up at him with a very faint amusement in her eyes. But it was masked by a rather heavy dose of grief. It would be impossible to really explain to anyone how she was feeling right now. She was sure even her own son wouldn't understand, and he had perhaps the most full and complete understanding of any individual here what she was missing even if he didn't know the full extent of it.
"Even if it's likely over two very different subjects," She said, her brown eyes shining with a deep concern. He probably didn't want to talk about it. People went to places like this to escape their problems, not to dwell upon them. After all, it was exactly why she was here, to attempt to put it out of her mind for a time. And yet, Amanda couldn't stop herself from asking.