Ehno's words made sense to the dismayed mother — it had sure proven difficult to let go of both Aro and Sophia so far. The faint sigh he released was overshadowed by his sister's, and the mottled woman slumped further against the worn table beneath her elbows. Motherhood had been a gift she'd so desperately clung to after the loss of her first children years before; she hadn't been prepared to lose them after what seemed like such a short time. Of course, Aro was still her little boy. It was Sophia would had become a handful.
As her brother tried to offer comfort, she found herself laughing at his words. Sophia was very much like her mother, with a wandering spirit that had yet to settle down. This fact made the woman smile each time it was presented, though it was this fact that she worried so much about. Her own past was colored with unpleasantness that she would wish on no one else, especially not her own daughter. "So, Ehno, ma non mi preoccupa tanto. Non credo che lei capisce che cosa può succedere a lei se lei non è più attenta." She knew all too well how it was to be a wild woman, a young creature of the world who wanted to experience everything. It was difficult.
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