He's older than she is. Even if it's so hard to see it that way, standing there in the body the Ellimist gave her. Even if it's been years since she really felt like a child.

He's older than she is, he's changed, and maybe he's left behind the things that-- don't fit anymore.

Rachel swallows and her bravery fails her. For a moment, her gaze flickers to the side of him, to the trees, the grass, anything but his eyes. "So what?" she demands, and would deny anyone who said her voice was hoarse.