[slumps a little as it takes in relief. he carefully probes the memory before starting to tug his shields back up again: there's a few flashes of it that filter through: a late night, a woman's face as she folds something, a modern hospital bed, and a table with paper animals next to the bed.
through it all, there's a flavor of disorientation, but the edges of panic and pain that were there are faded.]