K'luha froze a bit as she felt a hand on her shoulder. K'ailia, why would she want her to stay anyway? The elder miq'ote glanced back around to her daughter and paused. An apology? That hardly covered the sort of hurt K'ailia had inflicted. A simple sorry? Was that supposed to fix everything?Â
It stung again. Saying her own family was stupid. Maybe some laws were outdated... but there was a reason. There was a reason why they shouldn't be talking with outsiders.Â
The offer to decorate her daughter's room. Should she take it? What would K'ile say? Obviously no. Well... perhaps not. But K'ile wasn't here. She had to make her own decisions... which she seemed to only make worse and worse ones of late.Â
"I... m-maybe for a little bit." she smiled faintly, although it didn't feel genuine. It was terribly forced. But she was trying. For K'ailia, she was trying her best.Â