...how dreadful. [And she means that genuinely. How could she not? (Of course, little do they know...)] You have my sympathies...

I... certainly hope this place does not become a repeat of that for you, but... if it were to, I cannot honestly say I would be surprised.

[...]

There is... probably a difference between normal and where I am. [She's a little quieter with that, and distinctly not looking at Eliza.] But... I think I would like very much to find something like that.

[She's quiet for a long moment, her mind elsewhere. Well... she supposes she's not completely devoid of those feelings. They're tiny blossoms, yet, to be sure, but with the right nurture they may well bloom...]

It is a work in progress, I suppose.