Seaside Moors Longs for sun and lays in the dark

It was hard to watch Raleska's transition, but Rosalyn did.  She remained close, and pressed her side to the girl's, but was quiet as she began to struggle with the answer, and the expression of how she felt with all of this.  The pirate's heart went out to her, but her consolation only went so far.  She was a woman of action, and while she would listen to anything her children brought her, she would not let them blame the world for their troubles.  The world wasn't the one who answered for it.

Then stop running, she replied bluntly, but she touched her muzzle to Raleska's cheek affectionately.  I'm a pirate; I run from fights that aren't worth fighting, and refuse to think there's shame in that.  But we don't run from crew, or from family.  They don't have to be yours, but they are ours, and so are you.  It was about as close to sentiment or wisdom as she'd get, but the words were clearly heartfelt, and Rosalyn hoped fiercely that Raleska would take them.  Don't run from us.