"M-m… Mom…?"
An ethereal glow was lathered over Lord Treeda's hand. She caressed her daughter's cheek, weakly activating her defensive soul art in order to somewhat interact with Trada's spiritual visage.
"Trada… sweetie… I know I never said it often before. And… now I realize that I've said it less often than I had thought. Given how many times you've reminded me in the past. I'm sorry for not saying it as frequently as I should have...
"I love you, Trada... You're my baby girl. And nothing will ever change that. No matter how hardheaded I am, or how insurmountable my expectations were for you."
"That may not be your fault either, Treeda. At least, not entirely."
The mother-daughter duo jolted their heads back to the man cloaked in shadows.
Eeole met their strained glares with a sympathetic nod. "Today is an example of how I've ever so slightly tinkered with Treeda's mind.