The hero of the last Descent sighed. Ondua felt a little put upon for being subjected to hearing even a single sentence about his once pure and *innocent* daughter's private intimacies. It didn't matter if what they did was the definition of chaste, it just forcefully reminded him that some day it would not be!
'And someday even my newest little one-'
His voice broke a little with genuine, if misplaced, bitter emotions.
"You could have told us first you were having trouble sleeping."
"Could I? I didn't want to worry anyone. I was also going through some other things… that I thought I was handling and was causing it. I expected that it would be fine."
The 'real' adult form of the heiress spoke it like it was just fact. The mirror version, meanwhile, had tilted her head with a slightly 'self-mocking' smile. For some reason - likely the more mature face - the man noticed how much the heiress reminded him of Yatrel when she was down on herself.
