*a little bit briskly* Of course, I understand. *in a confidential sort of tone* It's not as though you and I ... Well, we were never close, were we, dear?
*drag her forefinger down the page in front of her before flipping to the next page as she wonders idly if you'll start making actual sentences any time soon (and, oh, you're like your father* It was really rather strange, when my memories came back, you know. I remembered you very early on. *softly* I am sorry, Glorfindel. Goodness, I don't know if you even want to hear this. *leaves the regret that she does not even know you that well unsaid*