[ Sympathy washes over her face, from concern to pure pity. They're a mess at this point: both of them. Her hands linger only briefly before she gives Grell the space she believes she needs.

Her words weren't as soothing as she'd have liked... ]

No signs of trauma, symptoms happening overnight, unrealistic in every sense of the word — what the hell is going on...?

[ She repeats, but ushers them back towards the living room, towards the couch where they can sit. ]

If these are appearing, there — something has to be happening with memories...? Hallucinations? But — I don't recall you ever having such eyes.