Rhiannon was already starting to see little tiny trademarks of what would be Sophie's personality (or at least she thought) and one of those was her temper and a bit of Tristan's stubbornness. At least if any of her tantrums were anything to go by at this point.
"Probably," she murmured as she leaned in to kiss Sophie's forehead, smoothing her fingers over the tuft of bright red hair on top of her head. "We'll just have to do the best we can by her. I don't want to leave her irrevocably fucked up, but we'll probably manage it anyhow."
She kissed Sophie's head again and sighed. "Lots of responsibility right here, Mr. Winters."