He catches her there, but it's not an omission she minds in the least. Her head bows, bringing her hand up briefly to wave her fingers in idleness as if to say of course. "Two boys, and... a daughter, of sorts."

One dead, one left a world behind with those that could give him a better life than she, and another, not her own perhaps of body, but hers in affection, grown up so hard her heart aches to see it.