Amarissa wasn't entirely certain of just how much James knew. Maybe he hadn't realized that really anything was different all other than the fact that there were missing memories, and that they didn't come the precise age that they had died. Those were, after all, the more obvious developments. But they had been back for several months now. Maybe even a year, she hadn't exactly pinpointed when each of them had returned. Maybe the time frame was still a bit small to realize the lack of aging. Perhaps it was easier for her to see from the outside, expecting such a thing and knowing what to look for.
"You won't ever age," Amarissa murmured after a moment, smoothing one hand over his cheek a bit, as though to solidify what she had just said. As he looked now was how he would look for as long as he remained alive. She wasn't entirely certain how he would react to the news that she was delivering. There had been some mixed reactions, from what she could tell, as they had learned of it down in Spain. After all, to some, that seemed akin to immortality. The ability to never age was a gift. To some, it was merely a reminder of the fact that they didn't truly belong amongst the living anymore. It was another reminder that they had been dead, and were different and cast apart.
"And you can't have children." She added after a moment, also feeling a sense of ambiguity about that particular sentiment. After all, James did have a son. And a wife. A wife that hadn't returned, and surely that whole revelation was more complicated than she could really and fully understand. It was just another fact that seemed to matter to some and less to others; it was personal, a change that could ruin some while others didn't care in the slightest.
"And we still don't know why these things are happening," Amarissa murmured, her voice low and a little too fast. "We don't know what's causing or why these things would be different."