[ Another small smile from Clara, and it settles something in her to see Adrienne sit. The only thing they have control over now is this part, and focusing on helping is what she's good at. Something she wasn't as great at when Adrienne first arrived on the train. Now that all of her memories are where they should be, it's gnawing at her, but she waits to say it, wanting to find the right words first. ]

That part was real. It's—[ With her new haunting she falters, but then continues gamely, turning to look at what she has to work with instead of daring to meet the other woman's gaze. ]—my mum and I always baked together, and having friends in one spot again, it felt good. I guess I was happy and wanted to share, and I still do. Want to share, I mean. 'Happy' is sort of off the table right now.

[ For a lot of them, she'd bet. ]

I went to the apothecary and got something for my head. It's tea and worked for me. Want some?