Cautiously, Natalya lowered her face. She stopped when her nose was nearly touching her daughter's cheek and sniffed softly for the salty scent she expected, the scent of a tear. She lapped it gently from Chione's fur, then pressed her forehead to her daughter's. It wasn't often that Natalya found herself at a loss, but she was confused at this moment. To go from demanding a separate home to apologizing... It seemed odd. The two didn't fit together.
She pulled away after a long moment and spoke in hushed tones. "What are you sorry for, Chione? I have a feeling it isn't the statement you just made, but I have no idea what it is then." "Speech"
