Sunspire Mountains she slipped the lock, and changed her dress

Tiercel had always had one last poisoned knife in her arsenal, no matter the situation. This, she thrust directly into her mother's heart, revealing that not only had her assault saddled her with children, but they were all dead now.

They would've been Wylla's grandchildren, but even if they weren't dead, she never would've met them. Tiercel would never have come back. This was the same mind game she had always played, but more sinister now, more spiteful. Wylla tried her best to construct a cold wall from that logic against this final bullet, but she just couldn't. It pierced into the heart of her and spilled out all her failings as a mother, blackening every organ with clenching sorrow. She knew better than to blame Tiercel, and yet... and yet, here they were.

She maintained a stiff back and neck as she left, forcing herself to not look back, forcing that cold-hearted aspect Tiercel believed of her, but when she passed Sagtannet's borders again she came undone and slunk silently to the nearest secluded hole in the ground to cry her heart out. That was all she seemed to do these days.