“My mom, um…”
Jenny smiled sadly.
”She was wonderful. We never had it easy, but she made it seem like that wasn’t the case. She was very good at painting, changed the bleak interiors of whatever shoddy cabins we ended up in to something happy and beautiful.”
She pulled out her dagger.
“My mom gave me Sword. Dad had given it to her as a gift, but I became so obsessed with it she decided that I needed it more. She was my best friend. Ever since…”
She didn’t want to say what she had done in front of the others, but she didn’t want to lie.
”Ever since that monster killed her, I feel like I’ve been missing a part of myself. I’m sure she’s happy now, though.”