A finger rests curiously upon her cheek as she mulls over the doctor's statement. There were...things that she desired. Rare things that were swiftly smoothed over but never truly forgotten. A promise, a longing, a new birth

She turns back to A.J. Hill and smiles, not a faint one but an full honest one. Her sculpted eyes even seem to sparkle as she smiles. "Perhaps...." she answers seemingly non-noncommittally but both knew better, knew better than to give voice to their secret hopes lest they vanish like dust in the wind, tears in the rain.