The subject can be a terribly difficult one, heavy with the weight of all those years Elsa lost, the ones she spent locked away, keeping to herself. Her childhood was a lonely one. Her parents wanted so much, she knows, to help and to understand. They never could.

But here she is, and she has Jessica now. Tony's words are so kind, so understanding, and it moves her. She smiles, even reaches out to touch his arm for a moment. "Thank you," she says. "I'm so grateful for her. It was... very difficult, growing up, but it's easier here with her. And nice." She huffs out a laugh, all soft relief. "So nice not to be the only one who can do extraordinary things."