Amelia's even worse at the whole 'being comforted' thing. She's mastered the art of silent tears and telling lies so bold that no one would believe otherwise. And of pissing people off so much they leave her alone, none of which are good options. Still, Verity hugs are warm and very much appreciated, even if Amelia has no idea how to give her a hug back from this position.

"He might laugh at me," she says a bit dejectedly. "He laughed at me when I kissed him on the cheek before he left." She frowns at the memory. "I don't think it was at me so much as the idea of me being anything other than a mentor or someone who looked after him because of some obligation to his father. But I can't be sure. If... If I ever see him again, though, I'd like to know who I am, to know what I truly feel, what I truly want." It'll be a long road to get there, but she definitely wants to try for it. Anything for a chance at the vision she saw of a possible future back home.

"We?" She looks up at Verity with a raised eyebrow. There's a spark of her playful self under that eyebrow. Yes, she heard the rest of that, but this "we" thing is really hanging her up. She wonders what it could possibly mean for what's been happening here today.