a mother and a saint

Toxicity's daughter appeared in lengthy strides. The woman looked well. She greeted her mother, saying she must be tired, and it was very true. She was. "At this age, I am always tired," she said in a low tone. Tox crossed the border and gave her daughter a slow hug, bringing their cheeks together. She held on for just a moment longer then stepped back, a light smile playing beneath her features. She was old, but she had life in her yet. "Today, however, I am your guest. I would like to know about this life you've built." She gestured onwards, but waited for Modesty to take the lead.