Garry's heart warmed. Really, he was just so relieved that she was still the same. "Silly. Ib, you've always been strong." Far stronger than him, and if she'd been here for a year, likely physically stronger than him, too. "I'll bet you could push those big statues out of the way all on your own now."

Maybe she didn't want to remember the gallery, but there was just ... something soothing about looking back and knowing that she could handle those things alone now. It reassured him in ways he couldn't explain.

"I'm going to do my best for you, okay?" He pulled back a bit, reaching up to tuck a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "What're you doing out here, by the way? Do you need me to walk you somewhere?"