She pauses, her eyes fluttering low. "And I got left behind," she says, soft. "Thirteen years of training to take on Messiah, and you were in hyperspace." She swallows. She thinks she probably - knew that. He hasn't exactly been a parental presence in any of her memories.

She looks down at the phone between them, thinking. "But I... suspected as much. Cain told me some things. About the transport. On Christmas, can you believe it?"

"The parts of your body that were... left..." she echoes, after a minute, thinking over what he's saying (and what he very carefully isn't saying). "You're worried that... you'll start to... lose things, again?" Fear touches her, and she looks up, reaching for his arm.