The Heartwood it's not even my kid!

Yes! This time, her actions got a more expected and better responce - Emma turned her face away to evaluate her nose, yelling and whining and growling, but Witch didn't care. 

She was gone.

Her long legs carried her fast, with few stumbles, driven steady and true by the fear of ending up like her mother. Of no longer existing. Witchhazel didn't look back, barely looked forward, and had no real idea of where she was going. Heck, the little flower didn't know where they were! But forward, away from the dark woman, that was the way she needed to go to be safe.