Noctisardor Bypass another world

Again, Druid began to explain pieces of herself. She had been—much like Fiona currently was—unattached. If she really wanted to, the witch knew she could duck out of any situation she needed to. Nobody was truly counting on her, and while she had some affinity for Anselm, she did not think he would think long about her if she vanished. She would simply be forgotten, a mere blip of time spent due to circumstance alone.

What she wanted to ask was why Druid would choose to have children at all if she enjoyed doing all those things alone, but it was an insensitive question, so Fiona withheld it. They were getting somewhere, and Fiona didn't want that to come to an abrupt halt due to her own insensitivity. She thrummed her toes on the ground pensively, trying to conceive a solution—or at least stop-gap—for Druid's conundrum.

Have you been able to spend any time alone at all, or have you been bound to the den since they were born? she asked. She queued up other questions as well, but she would only present one a time, giving the Den Mother plenty of time to digest and process the question and its answer.