Blythe remained silent for a long moment when Maria finished speaking. She was right. Painfully obviously right. Blythe had been well on her way to reaching this conclusion herself, but allowed herself to carry too much guilt to see a clear answer. It hurt to think about it, that she couldn't be her crutch. Blythe had been raised to feel inadequate, and while she'd mostly overcome this hindrance, it had led her to be excrutiatingly overprotective of others.
Alessa had become the perfect "pet" for her. She was conflicted, she was a world of secrets and then some, and she needed Blythe. Seeing things this way, she realized she was acting less like a friend and more like a puppet master. She was repulsed by this revelation.
"I felt...feel...so selfish for trying remove myself as her mother and her crutch. As much as I think she needs me, I need her just as badly. It isn't what I wanted to happen. And the worst part is I am hurting myself the most." Her fingers tapped gently on her pregnant stomach. There was so much more at stake now. "I will speak with Henry tomorrow."
Fighting off a moan caused by the tension not only leaving her feet, but her entire body, she gathered her thoughts again. "When she talks to me, she sounds like a scared little child. Lost and without guidance. Maybe you should consider speaking to her. It is quite possible the two of you could reach an understanding regarding her knowledge of you. Unless you find it is not something that troubles you too greatly."