Why's that? [She's just being polite, isn't she? There's a curve to Andrew's smile that's a little sharp, however. What she says could be a well-wish or a knife. For herself, it's both, coming to terms with this thing that didn't seem real or possible for her.

Andrew's smile falls into something more serious.] It's strange. I scarcely even know what it is to live, and now I'm expected to do so much of it. I feel out of sorts with my own body... but I'll just have to get used to it.