"Come, my dear," she beckoned, patting the seat beside her. Her fingers brushed through your hair, the touch surprisingly gentle for someone of her stature.

"I thought it was time we had a conversation, just you and I," she began, her voice a melodic cadence that held your attention. "Tell me, my child, what weighs upon your mind?"

She’s noticed how you seem rather…distant from her as well as your three sisters. She wants to help. She doesn’t want to see you suffer.