Wheeling Gull Isle after sundown, before sleeping, i am the worst

Jakoul did not feel guilt at being placed in this position, the thin worn tethered string that connected mother and daughter. She did, however, wish she could have provided more to Maegi.

With a firmness in it, she leaned back into her pale counterpart. Chewed her lip as she searched for the words. Words that should have poured from Sakhmet's mouth and not hers. The child had grown into a woman full of words. Both fantastical and direct. No amount of humming and ahhing could have made such a thing flow through the former Morta.

Misses you. Misses lots.

It was the truth, that much she had known from the way she had been greeted by the ruddy blackfeather.

Think...worried. Uncertain. A bit of a strain on the last word. Both for emphasis on it and for the difficulty that language always brought for Jakoul.