I notice the way her eyes seem to roll when we speak of her mother; I cannot say I pass judgement on it for I am sure her relationship with her was even more complex than mine. Ah, after all, did I not leave completely when she had made it known that I was not her preference? I was never offended by such a decision but I do suppose it might have meant Kamala experienced a far different...childhood than, say, her sister. Wherever she is, it is not here and so, I allow her to die from the conversation and from the air around us.

"I shall endeavor to do the same," I finally say after some moments to consider her words; I say it with a small bow of my head, low with a pause before I rise once more. If she intends to repair whatever damage she sees then I suppose it is only right for me to do the same, although I see little of what I could do. "For now, we may place those things aside. Perhaps becoming familiar with what should have been your birth home will ease you into this." Besides, my stomach feels uncomfortable with the sentimentality. I have never been the one for it and it is...strange. The change makes me squirm within myself, a pressure behind my teeth in repressed inability to completely understand it.

The tension is in my legs, the urge to destress and so, I rise to my full height and motion to her with my muzzle. It is an offer to explore the territory alongside myself, to follow the paths down to the shore and rocky cliffs. Perhaps it will put us both at ease.