[ A faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You would have had a name for it... Of course he would have. Things need names, or at least designations. But her observation is a reminder that he's talking to someone who knows him; someone who's always found him fairly easy to predict, even as he struggled to return the favor. Even when he's thought she was wrong... ]
...What he's done. [ Softly, just. To confirm. ] I came here -- after losing consciousness. [ A little more distant: ] From the blood loss, I imagine.
[ He can't completely keep the wistfulness out of his voice, which is horrible he knows. But it was -- such a peaceful moment.
Dragging himself fiercely back to the present for her sake: ]
It's a strange place for a family reunion, but we're a strange pair to be having one.
[ He's not sorry to be here. He's not sorry to get to see you again. He seeks out Euphie's hand to squeeze. ]