[She doesn't fight him as he scrambles from her arms, though it does hurt that he can't recognize her, even if it's her own fault he doesn't see her as a comfort. She tries to smile, be sympathetic, be caring, without giving too much away.]

It's quite alright. I heard you and I... didn't want to leave you to do it alone.

[Always been the compassionate one. Always wanted to take the way that seemed kindest, even if it wasn't the best.]

I could get you some tea, if that would help.