You're standing in the warm, softly lit bathroom, where the quiet hum of the household is occasionally interrupted by the sound of running water. Freya has grown fond of Hope, taking on a caring role in her life. She’s now standing at the doorway, having just finished a conversation with your other mother, Keelin, about something you didn’t pay much attention to.

"Open," she says in a normal tone. As you open your mouth, her keen eyes quickly notice that while your teeth are clean, you’ve missed your tongue.

"You didn’t brush your tongue," she remarks. Without another word, she reaches for the toothbrush, intent on making sure it’s done right.