"No, it's — It matters, of course it matters," Molly says, shaking her head, one hand resting briefly at her forehead. "And, believe me, I'm glad you feel the way you do. But the way you see me right now and the way I see me right now aren't really the same." It's a difficult thing to try to put into words, feeling like her body isn't really her own, even if it's not the first time she's experienced something like this. She's not sure it's worth getting into, anyway, when he moves closer, the pieces of the crib set aside for the moment.

Looking down at him, she arches her brow, just barely biting back a laugh, in spite of what she was saying before. "You're really asking me that while I'm sitting up here and you're down there?"