Luneshale Pass lionhearted girl

Racharra—she had the heart of a giver, thinking not of herself then but of her mother. and what of you, and your own wants? she asked with her next breath after their embrace, and grants the girl whatever space or proximity she might wish. 
your mother had once wished it for herself. she still very well may, she considered that thought, though presumed she would not be unhappy if a daughter did in her stead. a woman such as she might even appreciate it—
but as it were, it was only an imagined thought then. all of it, to get to the heart of the girl she adored. I am happy you are here, too, she revealed in her gentle voice. the Gods knew that was true, too!