Eve had never technically had a mother, at least not that she remembered. Perhaps that was for the best. Maybe she was meant to forget or ‘not have one’, so that Ivy would be able to fill the innate need she felt within.
“Then…you’ll be my mother? And well be a real family?”
Copying the woman she now assumed was ‘mother’ Eve let her own warming smile send the message, that she, if anyone was more partial to becoming a family, than she could find fitting words for.