Such sorrow did seem to envolop the mother and it did cause an ache within Radiance. So many years she had sat and watched quietly; floating in the tavern and in realms beyond. 

	The mother was always touched by a fire that burned brighter than the sun; be it love or anger, it mattered not. She was a beacon to them; they the moths and she the flame. It did pain so to see such fire dwindle to this hollow state.

	"Tell me, are you not the same as you were before? You have ever evolved, need not shuffle away what you were and rebirth. Embrace the new but remain you. Do not let time snuff out who you were."

	Radiance had wanted to drift off into nothingness; to cocoon and break free, a butterfly renewed. But she was she and the mother, in any form, was still the mother.