[ She’s always liked mementos. Photographs especially. The camera had been such a novelty when it was first invented. And it had meant something to her, having tangible evidence of what people in her life looked like in those transient moments. The long years had made her forget so much. Her own mother’s face, even. So there’s something that softens the natural harshness of her face as Emily shows her these pictures - something almost a little tender. ]

Haven’t really taken any since I got here. Always a fucking hassle, fiddling around with my damn phone. [ She should learn. There’s people here she cares for - people she’d want evidence of, if she ever had to be apart from them. ] But these are nice, Em. Really nice.