Jane, once her view of Anne had been broken by their move into the room, had ended up staring into space with her usual slightly lost expression. Her attention had snapped back to Anne as the girl whispered, almost seeming to grimace and flinch herself as the whisper triggered some ancient memory. For a long, painful moment memories swirled in her head, a bright mass of painfully bright sensations and vivid, shocking images... and then the memories disappated under protective mental gauze, Jane offering Anne another, slightly more hesitant smile.