[She expects something of Fela's reaction, really. Imagines how she would feel if she was Bohrre-na, her memories lost, and had one offered out to her like this. She could have shown him to Fela within her own mind, of course, and it's likely that she'll do that, one day. But sometimes physical anchors are necessary, especially with those of their family most prone to the drift.]

These are his drawings. Our family. He keeps them like this, in his bedroom, to remember everyone.

[She turns back to the wall, reaching up to point at the painting of Fela. A watercolour, soft and fading at the edges. Golden colours, the eldest daughter bathed in sunlight, her smile shining.]

Here, this is you.

[She lifts her hand, going up on tiptoes to point at the drawing above. A thicker paint used, strong lines and vibrant colours, but there are gaps, as if the painting is unfinished.]

And this is your mother, Oro.

[She settles back down, turning back to Fela with a sad smile. Their family is prone to tragedy and hardship, even these moments of joy are always tinged with something sad and bittersweet.]

Christopher had to find her image for him. None of us knew her.