[And she can see it in the way his face falls. In all the time she's known him here, although brief, she could always see a kind of optimism in him.

Here though, it's like a demon's haunting him.]

It's all you can do. You can't change the past.

[As far as she knows anyway. But at the question, a hand reaches up, rubbing the back of her neck.]

We got here at the same time, actually. Met him at the welcome wagon party. Never saw a human before him.