"Hmm. I could talk to her for you? Of course, if you had trouble, I probably would too... Still, I could try!" She'd talk to any lion for Aimon's sake. And she might do it anyway even if he told her not to - there was just something about messing up things with your mother that she didn't like to see happen. Maybe it was because her mother in this life had been terrible and her first one had been wonderful so she had to balance them out. She didn't know.
What she did know was that she was starting to feel like she was half way to being in Cain's lap and she wasn't sure she wanted to be there. But at the same time he was comfortable and warm and no one had ever shown her this much affection before.
"Well no. I wasn't really that important to the telling. I was just there." She licked her lips, peering up at Aimon as she sort of waved her hand through the drawing and sent it flitting away like little fishies in the night sky. "He was okay but I had to do bad things to him. They give Hera the credit." Dorcas made a 'hmph' sound and hid her face in his side, pouting about the past again. Stupid Hera.