She leans up on her toes to reach the stool, which she slides onto with a sort of grace that does not fit the moment at all, but that she cannot keep from, because it's practically innate at this point. Something he, apparently, saw the beginnings of, somehow.

"Oh," she breathes softly and her eyes are glossy for a different reason now. "I wish I could say what I saw was... so peaceful." Because that time in her life was. Peaceful. Full of joy and laughter and love. Things that have long since felt so far away from her. She still holds those moments very close, but a part of her is unsure she is deserving of anything like it now. After everything she has done, been forced to do, to become in the wake of everything that had happened other.