Her eyes slide closed, that takes her back, the last time someone brushed her hair back like that her mother had been alive.The nostalgia didn't last long. The little girl reminding her that they were in the park as she tugged on Alastor's jacket. The way she says his name making her smile.

"I'm not going anywhere." She murmurs watching the little girl wait impatiently by the swings. Her smile widening as Alastor helps her up and the swing drifts forward under her weight. She dabs at her eyes, wiping away the few tears their conversation had brought up.