He feels terribly, thinking it, but he's almost glad his memory hadn't been of Marian. It would have been too painful to see her giving birth to their boy, and then remembering what happened to her not long after that. It's a selfish though, he knows, but one he can't help for just a moment. But this memory with just his son, this is a good one. Wonderland, it seems, is oddly merciful at times.

"I'm glad," he says warmly, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. "It's a bit hard to walk away from that room, isn't it?"