The confirmation comes as no surprise. She forces herself into a sitting position, turning until her legs dangle off the side of her mattress. It is there, perched upon the edge of her bed with eyes closed that the memory becomes clearer. A hand shifts to place itself low on her stomach, fingers twisting the fabric of her sweater. Pain of a different, more insidious sort fills her chest. She ignores it, shifting into a different position, and thinks of more pleasant things.

"I remember..." Eyes still closed, Hemera draws her arms to her chest, as if cradling a child. "Holding your beautiful children... They were sleeping so peacefully, but you feared letting them from your sight."