"Painting?" He looked at her curiously. "I didn't know you painted, Kara. I'll get you an easel if you want? Maybe one for your room? Maybe that would help bring back some memories for you. Happy ones."
Luthor. That was a slightly more distressing memory, if it was one. Or perhaps in the transit, Kara's mind had become unable to determine recent memories from distant ones.
......But there was also the nagging feeling that he often felt around his cousin. As if they'd met once before...
Clark pulled her into a hug, quickly. What Kara needed right now was stability and her family, more than ever. "If any of those memories are upsetting to you? You can talk to me about them. Or Lois, or even Conner. We're family, Kara, and that will never change. We left our family back on Krypton, but we have it here again."