...it seems maddening to count down the barest of moments.

(She doesn't need a clock to feel her mortality. Death is never far and when she sleeps, she dreams of her previous life.)

I accept that you are mysterious to me; that does not make me like you less. (He will find it hard to shake her. She may not trail after him or walk by his side as she does now in the future, but she will be watching him. Watching over him.)