"Oh," the blonde murmured releasing the girl with a deep inhalation of her scent which brought back many memories from the past, "sorry." She offered a bit sheepishly. She might look slightly different, but the girl's scent was all it took for the blonde to know this was definitely her cousin, Bethany.
"I think I'll have more to smile about from this point on." She said with a faint smile and reach out to smooth a hand lightly over the girl's hair. Like had been with her parents, "losing" Bethany had been one of the major tragedies in Bronte's life.