[Concern is evident in her eyes when she looks at You. She knows the girl hadn't been in the best of shape from their previous conversations but to see it in person is, well. If she weren't sure the people who'd hurt her weren't long since dead she'd do the job herself.

And the way You asks about her time with Luis cuts her deep, and she smiles sadly as she turn to look out the window instead. She'd loved this view once, when material displays of affection and living a fancier life was enough to make her content. Now all she feels is bitterness about it all.]

It's a little complicated, but I never wanted to.

[She sighs, intimate familiarity with the place lingering in her mind even ages later.]

Where I came from it was possible to buy a wife for yourself with the right amount of coin or something to trade. It wasn't on my terms though, especially not for such a cheap offer. But he'd wanted me and she let him have me for such a sad, pathetic price.

[She being her mother...awful woman that she became in the end.]