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"Either of those sound good," she agreed, not knowing just how disconnected she was from her daughters and how they would react to the notion of yet more family. They'd been sweet little girls when last she'd known them. That they could have personalities like her own, and hatred like what she'd harboured for her forgotten family, never occurred to Saena.

"I should get going," she said at last, both unwilling to go further and knowing she must. Confrontation awaited her, but more importantly, her children awaited her. She could handle any battle of words, and could only pray that it didn't come to a battle of teeth. She would fight them anyway, she knew, and she would probably die for it. "It was nice meeting you," she offered, "and... and hearing about Tavi and her son." Even if it was, deep in the recesses of her mind, bittersweet.

She bobbed her head to him in farewell and sought to set off for the grotto, ready to accept whatever fate would throw at her.