“I hope to always be a comfort to you, mother.” Jhessail gives Morwenna’s hands a gentle squeeze before releasing them. She too has fallen into despair as of late, but that is a conversation best saved for another time.<br/><br/>Jhessail turns her head, her gaze falling upon the table laden with refreshments. “I’m feeling a bit thirsty. Shall we see what grandmother has set out for us?”