[ Her look softens, trying to move off some of the worry, masking it with fondness and sincerity. She doesn't want to upset him, or push too far, but she makes a note of what he's done the day before, to check that pond, just to reassure herself. ]

I'm sorry. I don't think it's a joke, either, but I'll stop asking questions.

[ She brings a hand up to his face again, this time just to brush her thumb against his cheekbone. This, apparently, hasn't changed. He seems to remember her, at least. ]

And I really, really do like the look.

[ She does. ]