Wheeling Gull Isle MOTHERS UNITED AGAINST WEED.

Huā was no master of apologies, not often did she let herself be so open, and she had not had someone to apologize to in a long time. Even Ying, she scarcely would apologize- they bickered equally. Rusalka, of course not. Before that? It had been a while. As frustrating as it was to see Ruò's reaction- she wished to shove the apology down her throat and make her swallow it- in the end, the astronomer had a point. Excuses had no place in an apology. The siren ought to accept the wrongfulness of her actions, without trying to build a shield. 

At Ruò's last words, Huā frowned. Her actions had done this, she knew: ousted a relative already at the fringes of belonging. A cruel thing; to push her further away. Of course I want you as family! She rushed, Even if you don't believe me now. I will keep trying to show you how much I care... how, ah, sorry I am. My apology is not perfect. I am sorry for that too, but I do not want us to stay divided forever. 

If you can't... I understand. But I hope you find a place to forgive me. And there in an ultimate show of her words, Huā knelt herself into a respectful bow, like something that might be given to a high noble back home.