It was very unlikely to be anyone in Abaven that had caused this fear in the woman. Through the children she had managed to improve somewhat but now in heat and alone again she was once more terrified and capable of treading dangerously close to that wreck of a wolf that had been discovered and brought back to Valhalla to become Emer Lasair once more. That worry wasn't going to leave her any time soon it seemed, Cecily would have to get used to it though Emer still couldn't bring herself to explain even as her daughter began to speak. Her gentle tones would calm her slightly, the comfort of her daughter's touch once more making her mind try recall those happier moments and it was working as long as she stayed safe in the open. Not that it would have done her much good at the moment anyway, exhausted she had no hope of running away even if someone attempted to attack her. Such thoughts were not in her mind however as she continued to simply focus herself upon Cecily, nuzzling her softly in a form of thanks and comfort perhaps more for herself than Cecily however.
