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"Oh, hey."

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Hm. [It's a quick answer initially, but Caduceus believes him, especially with the follow-up.] Alright.

[He thinks for a moment. There's a lot he could say - the perk and downside of having quite a large family - but he opts for the most topical and relevant to... current company, and the subject at hand.]

My mother's name is Constance. A firbolg of course, like me. I take after her the most, in both aesthetics and our faith. She taught me how to cultivate the moss we dye our hair with, how to weave and garden. She walked me through my first burials, our rituals and rites, how to grieve and remember and carry on living. I would not be who I am today without her.

[His hand lifts to his neck, tugging something out from under his collar- not the periapt he'd given to Akechi before, like one might expect, but a different necklace.]

She gave me this, before I left. The night I was brought here. Her symbol of the Wildmother, what acts as a conduit between Her power and ourselves. I'd never seen her take it off before.

[It's a simple, but quite beautiful woven gold cord, with a sculpted wreath at the center, leafy greens with a shepherd's hook through the center, made of polished clay.]

She said, "A little part of us goes with you. A little part of home." I've thought about it often, stuck here, without anyone I know. Trying not to feel alone.