[she looks over at him, not sure what to say but appreciating that...permission for her grief maybe more than he knows. for a moment, she's quiet, and then she ventures:] Yeah. I think...that's exactly how I feel. [she pauses for a beat] I mean, we didn't even say good-bye, the last time I saw him. I just...want to remember him today, I guess. But also remember that I'm building a new life here. That...everything didn't end in Chester's Mill.

[it's what she's been trying to do all day--spending her time with anyone here who was willing, enjoying food and gardens and conversations. she might not have the relationships here that she did back there, but over time she knows she'll make good friends--she's making them already]

[but it's still true that she would go back to him in a heartbeat, if it does turn out to be possible. she doesn't say that, though. trying to shift the topic, she asks:] Have you been here long, sir?