ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴡᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɪɴ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ

I, too, encountered the garden. My - son, he entered it. It seems we have a lot in common, Waverly. But, the garden I am speaking of was light, and warmth, and it restored his soul. It sounds like the opposite of the garden you were taken into.

( He notices her fidget, and how humans do that to preoccupy their hands. It gives them something that grounds them. )