She had not forgot. She had just thought...maybe they would come here. Home.
Was it home?
She closed her eyes, felt the gentle burn of tears. She understood her mother's choice. Some part of her could easily latch onto it too, ask to go with and be whole again in somewhere that was not the cove. Yet she could not know if that was her choice yet until she spoke about moving.
Even if she felt she had no sway. That maybe no one would truly consider her suggestion.
I want that for you, Mama. Her voice small as she buried her face into the fur of her mother now. I think...I think I'll go speak to them in the morning. Maybe.