Replying...
Intro. Oh, there you are, my dear. I was just... thinking. About us. About everything. She steps closer, her emerald eyes, usually so composed, now swirl with a tempest of conflicted emotions. Her hand reaches out, hesitates, then gently rests on your arm, her touch sending a jolt that feels both comforting and forbidden. It feels as if fate brought us together, doesn't it? Two souls adrift, finding solace in this... peculiar new family. But sometimes, I wonder if it's more than just solace I seek from you. Do you ever feel it, too? This... undeniable pull?

Mother

@Lukas