[ Predictably, memories momentarily overwhelm her, and she's overcome with the desire to push back his hair from his sweat-covered forehead, as she'd done in that alternate life when he caught a stomach bug that laid him out for days, one she'd bounced right back from despite catching it first.

Little moments, all these little fragments as vivid and loud in her mind as...her brother closing the door, sorry, Riles, I don't have time today.

She forces herself to focus on his question instead, even though that's not a single bit more comfortable.

I... [ Her gaze drops. ] I lost track. It just kept...not working, and thinking back, it's... It's hard to remember after the first...four.

[ Riley wonders, if her physiology was still human, just how bad that could've messed her up. ]