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teya said nothing as sorana cried out, but when her daughter had finished and stood in a furor of tears and anger and pain. "he have you, 'rana," she finally croaked after a moment. she shut her mouth hard, swallowed, tried again.
"ah — i know how it look. that i — not care. but i care very much," and now her own eyes were overflowing, and teya was staring at the ground trying so very hard to keep her chin from trembling.
"you remember when — we fight? well — we keep doing it, sorana. so by the time he leave, i — we — are not wanting to do that again."
the raven tread so carefully, attempting not to push it all onto reyes, to not dash any of their daughter's stock in him. even though she had lost her own. 
"bronco not replacement for reyes. no one — no one can replace him, sorana. we made you. that never change." teya coughed a little, tasting salt, and turned away sharply to grasp a mouthful of air. "nothing change that i love him either." her voice was easier, less raw, but she wanted to weep now.
and she wouldn't.
"and no one can replace you," teya went on, looking back over her shoulder at her trembling, tearful daughter. "bronco make me happy, yes. but you do too. and nothing he does — no one else — stops that. i want you here with me, sorana." she turned at last to face the girl once more. "yes. i want more babies. and when they old enough to hear i tell them, this your sister, sorana. listen to her too."
all she had was directness, directness and no template for parenting a teenager, let alone one let down by both her parents.
but reyes wasn't here. she was. and so she had to try. "but nothing that come next change who we are now. i your mother. you my 'rana."