Aponi's body ached in protest but all of her muscles stiffened when her mother came back to her side. All she wanted was to get to the infirmary in peace so she could rest, the last thing she wanted was to hear her mother's ramblings. The silver woman might have not been listening for all the attention she seemed to be paying other than a single snort at the mention of Belladonna not coming. Datura never had been the brightest and even then he had made the wrong decision while her sister had made the right one. That is until the near the end of her words the Aquila interrupted, "Mapplethorpe was my father. He raised me more than you did so while your blood might run through my veins and not his he will be more of a parent to me than you ever will." The words were spoken harshly though the blue eyes never strayed from the path ahead.

The chuckle was met with a sneer, "What a lovely story Naira, you make everything sound so peaceful and loving at the Pass. Too bad nobody actually lived happily ever after. You don't even know me, who I am or what I've done since I left you so any claim that you're proud is just plain moose-shit." In the distance she finally spotted the entrance to the infirmary, picking up the pace slightly the daughter wished this would be good enough for Naira. She'd had enough.