her hand moves to the green jewel she wears around her neck. she toys with it, fingers rubbing the silver wings. โ i โฆ. am just thinking of eregion, i suppose. โ not a lie, but not the full truth. thereโs a part of her that knows her mother has already suspected what happened. โ
"What is the matter, beloved?" She asks, not because she cannot guess, but because she wishes to grant the freedom and agency of expressing one self in their own words, a privilege she grants only to her own kin, to those closest to her โ including her daughter.