what a predicament my guy

"Stay here and be quiet," Widow sighed at the small shadow of a girl that had followed her despite being given strict instructions to stay. She could hardly stay mad at the tiny child, but she wasn't ready to let her family meet her daughter yet. She wouldn't let anyone but Medusa or her children near Morte, and that even extended to her family. Could she even call them that anymore? Family stood by each other. Widow felt as though there was little left to call a family, but the longer each of them sat in Insomnia, the more she wondered if her siblings felt as abandoned as she did. Would they be so willing to stay in Insomnia? She doubted it.

She stepped carefully into the den for the first time since they'd all arrived. She winced at his raspy voice, though it had little to do with his pitch but everything to do with her name. Every time it was said aloud she felt tied even more to her mother and she couldn't want to be more detached. She hesitated before answering, wondering why she had even come here to begin with. Of course she cared for her siblings at least a tiny bit, and Ghoul had been pretty broken (though she would argue to the death that he deserved it at least to a point).

"You look like shit," she teased with a smirk, though she had little room to talk. She was doing better than she had been, but she still had a long way to go.