Soothing it was, eliciting memories of a time that seemed so long ago -- and rightly, for it was -- but were as vivid as though they'd happened just moments before.
"I missed you, too," she said, her arms reaching around Chloe in a hug at her words. She'd never felt such a thing, not in this life, but somehow the loss of a child felt familiar to her, though she did not wish to dwell on it. She would wish something like that on no one, and the blonde with her in particular. She would be a great mother, she had been a great mother, she thought -- if perhaps a bit protective, though where that last had come from, Anne knew not.