It's something that Ilde understands- that she looks for in other people, that frightened her so badly when Wolfgang didn't recognize her or remember the conversations they'd had. It wasn't that she thought she should be the most important thing to someone she'd, at the time, barely known; it was that blankness, the idea that she could be utterly meaningless, a lingering child's terror of being forgotten.

She wants to stitch herself inside the people she cares about so they never forget her name or her face or the way that she holds her head. Conway is not ever going to forget her, so she settles under his arm and taps him lightly on the nose with her index finger. “I wanted to tell you about the baby. That I'm having.”