Her hand remained on her mother's cheek, nearly caressing it. It was not her place to argue her mother's words, but she didn't just ignore them either. "You are not, but, that is your place to speak." Slowly dropping her hand, it ran over her fading skirts and she gave a small smile. "I followed the tang of your power until it lead me here.
"And I am as I always have been, if somewhat road-weary." She didn't mind wandering the streets, it was a city that held great interest to her, but four walls was always appreciated when she could find it, even momentarily.