It was a long moment she stilled when his hands continued to roam along her skin, when he called forward the thoughts of her mother. Her stomach clenched a little at the comment, and she bit her lip. Head lowering a little bit as she tried to think of how to respond. Her mother hadn't mentioned anything of the sort-- not that she could remember, really. Although, those memories were a little muddled and lost to her; after all, it was such a long time ago. She had been gone for.... so long. Her eyes slid closed and she shook her head, looking down at her hands, intertwining them as she fussed a little. "I don't...." She felt a stirring of confusion. Was her mother the same? She knew she was strong, that she had magic-- but was she like this, like Laele? Her tiny lip was chewed for a few moments before she could find her voice. "I don't... She never showed me."

Her head lifted and she tried to keep her voice even, not to show that longing or regret that was building in her chest. "She... passed away a long time ago." She twisted the hem of her skirt, using it to focus her energy even as his hands crept up, felt over the soft skin, the edges of the plushness of her budding chest, moving along her skin. It was intimate, she knew that much, but the way his voice was soothing her made her feel weird. Like she wanted to trust him, even though everything her father had taught her told her not to. "I... I don't know if I'm supposed to..." And this is when she looked to Richard, if briefly, seeing how he was standing now with the fae in the way before she looked down again, timidly.

That aforementioned woman rolled her eyes a little bit. "Your funeral." She hummed, fingers caressing the front of his pants before she allowed herself to step to the side, giving him a bit of space in order to walk past her-- though she seemed interested in following, mostly curious about just how things would play out.