The Heartwood i'm having a breakdown, drinking at a playground; tequila for one

He notices belatedly that she's wounded, but by then the conversation is already moving forward. Her answer leaves him speechless for a moment, eyes widening slightly in an uncharacteristic show of shock.
You — She is younger than him, isn't she? He can see it now that he looks more closely. He can see Alessia in her more clearly now, too. She's my mom, too. But I haven't seen her in a long time. Is she with you? What about — Soter and Morena? And d- Kavik? Wishful thinking, perhaps, but he can't help it. He has to ask.