Yes, yes, [she tells her, holding the girl to her chest. How strange, to be here with Helaena, near her own age and size, when back at home she was still in her cradle.

She's a beautiful girl, always has been, and she's pleased to note how it carries on into adulthood. Her father's hair, father's eyes, but a Hightower nose.

She wraps her arms around Helaena, holding her to her.] It's me. I'm here now, and we'll take care of each other. Age doesn't matter. We're still kin, and we're all we've got here right now.