Despoina looked at her mother but did not comment, instead smiled almost serenely as she let her eyes look over the damp skin and heavy curls. "I was simply looking for you." Arion wanted more, but right now Despoina was in control and she wanted her own audience with her mother. It had been a long time since she'd had her presence and she ached for it, even if they did not always get along so easily.
"You look tired." A simple statement as she took a small step toward her, focused on the youth of her face even though she knew there was a wisdom of an age hidden beneath the body. Despoina raised a hand to cup her cheek, enjoying the contrast of their skin temperatures as she did; "how are you Mother?"