[ Grelle visibly sobers at his words. Distracted by them, even, she doesn’t object to the forms slid before her. ]

... I’d do whatever it takes, you understand. My child would be everything to me.

[ Grabbing the papers with a sigh, she flips through them dismissively. ]

There’s still some hope in this half-life of ours. It must be fought for, is all. [ Her eyes flicker up to his again. ] And as you see, it can be done. [ A flicker of an smile, at that! ]