[Her mother might have been younger, but it was obvious that the heart and soul of the woman who had raised her was still very present in the younger version she was talking to. It made it hard to not have a further flood of emotions from the feelings surrounding her.

On top of that, when she had met her father, it had not gone well. She'd never had any inkling that her father could be a cruel man. Sure he'd been a bit...abrupt with her at their first meeting in years, but she had met an altogether different man who barely resemble the patient hero she thought him to be. Yet here was her Mama, loving and gentle and willing to help her.]

Thank you.

She takes the cloth and wipes at her glasses, though quickly again at her eyes because a stray tear has rolls down her cheeks, so she knows it's clear she's unhappy.]

I'm glad you're here.

[She takes a step forward, holding herself back because she's still wanting to just huge her mom and she isn't sure whether that's a good idea or not. And she's afraid if she does she won't be able to stop herself from crying.]