"Before… what, dear?"
A nervous flutter was met with a distant wave of comfort. Her Qat didn't know exactly what she was about to do, but they'd had conversations before about this possibility.
"Before the time of being born as your daughter."
Yatrel's breath caught as she leaned forward, no longer sitting back as calmly. Her face shifted so close so quickly that Elua considered dropping into an illusion and rolling backwards. Just in case the duelist decided to punch the imposter first and ask details later.
"That would explain quite a lot, actually."
The easy integration of the very possibility, as heard in her mother's voice, made the brunette tilt her head. She waited a few seconds for the other shoe to drop. The reddish blonde still wore an expression that held more *curiosity* than 'shock' or 'disbelief'.
"You're not that surprised."
