[ Clara didn't expect to feel truth coming from the kid, but she's been around children long enough to tell the difference. This was genuine, and she looks at the umbrella, given up to her in his upset. Almost immediately, her voice softens to a hushed tone again. ]

Thank you. [ Without knowing whether or not she'll regret it, she hands back the umbrella, holding it out to the child. She can't keep his things, won't take from him. She does think of the Unwinding, though. ]

This isn't mine, it's yours. Did your dollhouse have a pretty greenhouse? Or maybe a garden? Mine did, when I was little.