Demeter nodded, smiling somewhat. She appreciated winning and Desponia's giving it did feel that way. Demeter was a horrible mother, she knew, and her children were never particularly fond of her in her perception, with the possible exception of Arion but it was hard to tell with him. Her actions were stilted, she didn't quite know how to act around Desponia.
The gesture, their heads touching and the spoken words, made her smile. She felt herself slipping into ancient roles and in the presence of heady Desponia it wasn't hard to do. Her hand threaded through the red waves as she pulled her just a little closer, before she was aware of it her lips were nearly to Desponia's. While she didn't snap back she did think of Jeremiah and stop the gesture, instead standing and pulling her daughter with her.
Alice lead her through the small one bedroom flat to the bathroom, the air still heavy from her own shower. She didn't say much though, caught between ancient roles and new.