Of course he's fine. He's always fine, isn't he? (Is that how he forgets? Is that why she's forgetting? Because it feels fine here, so far from her home. From Molly.) She sighs, and nudges a toppled chair out of the way with one foot before sitting down opposite him, hands on her knees, bright red shoes keeping her modesty safe.

'So you didn't lie. You forgot.'

Her words are simply put. No judgement, no contempt, one way or the other. Just a statement of fact.