A bright smile appeared on Kat's lips. It faltered a bit when she wondered if her mother ever missed version of her father. He had to be different. They had shared a past and shared moments that would never return.
"I'll ask him," she said quickly. A quick message was typed and sent to the god before Kat returned to the tea making. She wanted to jump back into the conversation but words escaped her. Always so eloquent unless it mattered. She snorted at herself. She really had to be her father's daughter.