[She wants to reach for him to make sure he's real, but she settles for coming close enough to see his face in the darkness, smiling behind her cowl. He's familiar, he knows her. She's missed him every day in the months she's been here, a little interrogation doesn't change how excited she is to see him.]
Asked you... who my mother is. Then, left. To find her.
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Asked you... who my mother is. Then, left. To find her.