She's got the devil's eyes
It's so easy to lose sight of too many things when lost within the storm of one's own uncertain story. Heartfire knows this too well, her own life and feckless emotions far from settled. Though her surface calm had been restored, the plagued weakness of her body and mind healed save for the lingering too-slender heft of her already lean form, she can well remember how easy it had been to fall beneath such heaviness.
She is not proud of many things she has done. She too has hurt those she loves. She would be the very last to judge her grandmother's mistakes. In the end, all one can do is continue forward, building what they can from the wreckage they had made. As Heartfire had done, so too would Scorch.
Regardless, Heartfire is not here to discuss the past or their shared sins. No, she is here to consider the future. Because in the end, that is all that truly matters. It is the only thing they can change. The past may be fixed, but what they choose to do now is most certainly not.
Eyeing the elder woman beside her curiously, she remains silent for a heartbeat of time, even after Scorch acknowledges her. She wonders for a moment If her grandmother is ready yet to move past her mistakes. Wonders if her mind and heart had settled enough. For all her abilities, this is not one, the reading of minds and hearts. She can only see what is and has been done, not the thoughts behind those actions. She might guess, but she has learned (too recently) that emotion is not her forte.
Finally, after a silence that had stretched perhaps a sliver too long, Heartfire asks, “Are you well, Grandmother?” It is not something she has felt the need to ask before, and perhaps it is not as gentle or thoughtful as it should be. But it is genuine nevertheless. For all that she could use her grandmother's wisdom and support, she is not so selfish as to pursue it at the expense of Scorch's well-being. She is family, after all.
and they'll cut you like a weapon
@[Scorch]