Firefly Glen in shape no bigger than an agate stone

Family has always been Megara's weakness. She can wax poetic about the Melonii, spinning listeners through an hours-long recollection of her lineage. To hear him cast these names so callously aside--Meldresi! Meldresi not known?!--is almost more than she can bear.

Almost. For he is family, too, and her grandson to boot. She will not give up on him so easily. 

I am your grandmother, she says simply, remaining calm, but her voice is icier than before. These names are your family. You don't remember, or you don't want to remember? Perhaps she is pushing too hard, but she is insulted on behalf of her daughter, forgotten by this boy. 

She knows not whether Malene is alive or dead, and yet she must deal with petulant angst? She blinks slowly, waiting for his response.