She's seen first hand the sort of mess that can leave a person in. She'd had, in her hospital days, the responsibility of working with more than one soldier who'd returned from Iraq or Bosnia or Somalia having never processed the horrors...

And thus, had to try to process them all, on top of each other, and never really be able to.

Her smile is slight and her sigh is quiet before she tips her head at him.

"Because your mother would stop bringing me cookies," she says, "and I can't go without my weekly supply of butter and sugar. I'm a selfish woman sometimes, Cadogan Thomas."