"Anders." She snorts, wry and faintly fond, not moving so far forward as to hit him for that for fear of waking Remi. The tea is- made how she likes it. He's remembered and for a few moments it is as it was before. Two spirit healers and a pot of tea, despairing at the world.

She's missed it more than she'd like to admit.

"...I think so? Yes. He does. He's only ever with me for half the day."