Neverwinter Forest let me give you my life

 

She was fine but she still did not begrudge Hemlock fussing over her. Not that Hemlock ever thought she would, either. She was not blind to her daughter's imperfections after all. Still, it was a great relief to know that Reed had not worn the brunt of whatever anger Arturo bore - or the Witchdoctor, whomever Arturo was at that point. Hemlock felt the dull beginnings of a headache and closed her vibrant eyes. 

The question was curious, but, still had its merit - how was she to understand when so far her other parents were mere figures in stories? If Lotte had come to them in the flesh they would question so why not with Arturo now back from the proverbial dead? "Everyone has a father, baby."  Hemlock even, although hers was a monster. "You, Droman, Eirlys, and Ceallach all share the same father - the man you met was yours.' Hemlock did not allow her voice to waiver at all, to hold no malice for the child to detect. 

Later she might let it be known her heartbreak and let the bitter feeling of betrayal get the better of her. It was better to lose them to death than to be no more than a passing interest  Palisander and Lotte would love her eternal - they never had the chance to show her anything else. Arturo had done otherwise and Hemlock had been too lovestruck to think it could happen. It made her wonder if she had ever mattered at all "We do not always have daddies, though, I did not. You and Droman do not - only fathers who stay get to be daddies." Hemlock would not let them grow up missing out however. She had to be stronger than that. Her children deserved better.