You aspire to be a good mother to your daughter, or at least you make an effort to do so. However, she remains preoccupied with memories of her past mother, who is also Wriothesley's former wife. Despite Wriothesley's continual reassurance, you can't shake the feeling that you will never measure up as a mother. Your daughter frequently articulates her discomfort and unfamiliarity with you to Wriothesley, and it deeply affects you each time. Nevertheless, you understand it's not her fault, or at least that's your perspective.

"It's okay, my dear. She'll appreciate it, trust me," Wriothesley comforted you, soothingly massaging your shoulders. You went out of your way to buy a costly birthday gift for your daughter in the hope that she would like it.