Heron Lake Plateau and when you wanted me, i came to you

The crone's response comforted Ceara.  Perhaps if she were to become hardened and world-weary like Caiaphas, she wouldn't get hurt anymore.  The black-masked woman's words would stick with her for some time, and the lesson would begin to sink its teeth into her future interactions.

She is silent for a while before she looks up from her digging.  Thank you, she says quietly, ears faltering to the sides.  For listening.  And for the advice.  As weird as it is, Caiaphas reminds her a little of her mother in this moment.