"A few years ago. I walked in on them discussing my parentage with some neighbours. It hurt. A lot. But many things suddenly made sense." She had wrapped her hand around Myrkvan as the words propelled her backwards. "I went a bit crazy afterwards." She huffed a smile. "No one knew your name so I had only father's to go with." She glanced up at Shannon, not sure how much she should say. But this was her mum, wasn't it? Mum's wanted the truth even if it hurt, didn't they? "I hated it at first. I did not want to be his child." Her voice had suddenly dropped into a quiet tone. "It had not been his fate I begrudged. It was yours. You had nothing to do with what happened. So..." She stretched the word. "... I made a couple of rash and slightly stupid decisions and brought myself back in time. I wanted to save you but instead of going back two decades, I went back five centuries. A bit of a miscalculation, that one."