"We are," the blonde agreed and pressed another maternal kiss to the younger woman's forehead as her heart bubbled with joy. Mother. The word - a single word! - brought her more happiness than she could ever imagine. And now that they were together, again, no one could ever force them apart. Not this time; she wouldn't allow it.
A soft smile and Chloe pulled away but kept her hand tightly wrapped about Anne's while collecting her glass of wine for another sip. It was perfect, being like this. Being together once more but still a question plagued her. "Do you know how this happened? I mean, why we dream of a pit and how all of this happened? Why we're in this life. I have dreams, memories, I guess of things I haven't found mentioned in the stories but I know they happened before the darkness..." Her brow knit as she frowned, trying to focus hard on the confusing images. The pit wasn't clear in her mind; seemed more like a dream than any of the other visions. But the nightmares that took place before - her sister, the sword, the pain - those were very real.