[ She would... like that. Your uncle seems like a pleasant man.
Blinking at that question though... ]
I... [ the hesitation is clear on her face. When she speaks again, her voice is much softer than before. ] It is about my... mother.
[ It sounds so foreign on her lips, especially when the face she tries to conjure up refuses to come. All she remembers is a voice and words and the sense of a promise that she would not be alone before night fell. ]
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Blinking at that question though... ]
I... [ the hesitation is clear on her face. When she speaks again, her voice is much softer than before. ] It is about my... mother.
[ It sounds so foreign on her lips, especially when the face she tries to conjure up refuses to come. All she remembers is a voice and words and the sense of a promise that she would not be alone before night fell. ]