Bearclaw Valley I remember

The girl’s response confirmed his suspicions, thus wiping the uncertainty from his expression. So, this was his other niece, the one that had bothered him so greatly before. He frowned for a moment, eyeing her, then made himself relax; she wasn’t the same, troublesome child that she’d been back then, clearly. “Not going to argue my relation to you this time?” he questioned, monotone; though it was meant as a joke, he wasn’t always the greatest at controlling his tone of voice. Nevertheless, he moved right on from the topic.

“Did your mom send you here?” he asked. She appeared to be alone, and whatever reason she had for being there didn’t seem urgent—she wasn’t rushing to speak, after all—so he was a bit curious: what brought her there? Had Desna told her to visit since she’d not been present for the family’s last visit? Immediately, he made himself stop thinking about it and focused solely on her, giving her the floor to respond.