Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

She returned the growl with a softer echo of her own.
She wouldn't be intimidated by a child. She may not look like it, but she was certainly thinking like it.
Still full of angst, still with unresolved issues of where she came from.
Vanity might be inclined to say if she wasn't so involved with that Stormbound.

Why.
Well, she couldn't really answer that. Vanity was losing the plot a bit, but the next demand gave her more to work with.
"So he isn't forgotten, for as long as I live." So his soul isn't lost. Connie never met her father. There was no memory to remember.
"If I didn't love him, I wouldn't have bothered returning. Hm?"
A sound bit of logic there for the fire kissed hija.

She swallowed. "I'll return it when I'm old and dying if you wish. And you can find him then."
To her it seemed like a good compromise. Vanity only had, what, a year? Two at most still on the clock, so spending her last moments turning Venny over to his daughter wasn't such a bad thing.

"I think you'd be his favourite." The matching size, those big red eyes, and demanding strong-headed nature.
Just like the man himself in some ways.
Would it be wrong for Vanity to have a crush on her late lover's daughter? Probably.