[She'll come over to stand nearby, without encroaching on her space. Looking out over the water; letting the evening air rush through her hair.]

Your memories may not be gone forever, if you come with me.

[She says it gently, but straightforwardly.]

I cannot guarantee that you will remember everything. But I can try to help you remember. Your mother. Rachel. You don't have to forget them forever.

If it isn't what you want, then so be it. Even still, you will not cease being important to me simply because it's convenient. This isn't something I offer lightly to mortals, after all.