Hawke listens, her eyes sympathetic. While her father died some time ago, her mother's death was still very fresh. As much as it pains her to think of her, she still wouldn't change having her around. Even if sometimes she had wished she'd stay out of her personal life a bit more! Ah, mothers.

"I'm sorry, love. I don't entirely know how all of this works, but I've heard in some cases people merely go back without missing any time at all. Don't know if they have any memories or not when they do, and it might not be all cases, but still. There's that option." The problem is there's no way to force it to happen. Otherwise some of them might have already.

"Sorry if this is personal, you can tell me fuck off Hawke, but we're having drinks and sometimes people talk over drinks. How'd you get to your age without knowing her?" He's no spring chicken after all.