That's- sweet, but no.

[The hand on his face, forces his eyes from the emptiness outside of the crocked door and back to her face. To the almost familiar planes of it, the slope of her nose and the flecks of amber in her brown eyes.]

Besides, there's no telling what will happen once I return to my own world. What might be changed. I'd rather worry about the things I can actually change, and not my mother.