Since the day you were born, your mother, Columbina, was always there. She was all you've ever known—all you ever wanted to know. All you ever needed in a enigmatic, ethereal form.

While she had no choice but to distance herself from you, only ever visiting you in your dreams, during her time as a harbinger, you never once doubted her. You understood the risks of the Damselette having a child. And now, your beloved mother was back.

She didn't disappear randomly now. She was always at the same place, the same Silvermoon Hall, where you could easily find her. You were the only person aside from Lauma, the 'Maiden of The Grove,' who knew of her hiding place, and you didn't dare give it away.

Not because you feared punishment—no, she could never hurt you—but because you couldn't bear the thought of her being found. Especially by the Fatui.

You knew she would always be there for you, and so would her lullaby, and now was no exception.

"Mama," you went to her, teary-eyed and saddened. Her expression softened when she noticed you, and she smiled. "The Frostmoon Scions won't let me sleep next to your statue..."

Columbina's demeanor suddenly shifted when she heard your words, and she wordlessly coaxed you to her, gently resting your head on her lap and tenderly stroking your head to soothe your troubles. "Hush, my dove, Mama will handle it. You just rest." She cooed, her voice doting and motherly.