{ Eh, her daughters haven't been nearly as bad as their mother
Sin isn't something you inherit. }
"I wish I knew if my daughters were dead or not. The possibility of my running into them somewhere and not recognizing them anymore scares the hell out of me. Which is saying something." Taryn picked up a nicely camoflaged stick on the ground next to her and prodded the fire, for the sole purpose of creating a little spray of embers, gone as quickly as it had appeared and producing a light rain of dead ash. She turned her head to look at Eruantian, also wondering what he had said, though saying no more herself.
