"He's a little like you. An old soul." And not her story to tell, something she should've kept in mind before commenting on him. But Henry can take that as he sees fit. Perhaps he and Elijah would both find relief in having similar life experiences and years lived (even if Elijah had a good nine hundred years on Henry).

"No matter what I tell you, my answer might sound a bit strange," she says with a quiet sheepish laugh. She lifts her hand to where he's placed the damp towel, extremely grateful for his kindness. He's told her something of a truth about him and she figures it's only fair to repay it. "My boyfriend was born in 1846. That's why I don't find it extremely peculiar at all."