Eda pulled them close and squeezed them, nuzzling into their hair. She was a little reluctant to let them pull away, but she didn't actually object.

"I was worried about you too," she admitted, not bothering to make any attempt to hide how relieved she was to see them.

"But... you're right. I mean, this was a weird age the first time around," she added. At the same time, there's something nice about reliving it, something comforting in the time when their biggest problems were strange school competitions and whether other kids liked them or not.

Some small part of her is pulled towards the idea of staying in this particular memory, for a while at least. No, focus.