Why are you crying so much?
Galadriel's misty eyes peer sorrowfully up at Jenova's bewildered face. Even at her young age, the child is certain her mother has never had to deal with such an ill-tempered baby before. And that only makes her cry harder. Tears roll down her cheeks, her nostrils sniffle, her little face contorts with pain she nor her family understands. Why are you crying so much? Jenova asks again, but this time it is more of plea, so much more of a plea, as if the fate of Beqanna relied on Rel finding peace.
It was only about her peace for a time. Eventually, her tears caused so much distress that it was about Jenova's sanity. The pleading turned to yelling. The bewilderment to anger. All the while, Galadriel peered up with a sniffling, forlorn face. She tore her mother up, inside and out, then swallowed her whole.
The sadness turned to anger. Rel couldn't understand the magic that writhed inside her, leaving her with nausea and such vivid living nightmares and so, so much tension.
Please, Galadriel, stop, was the most common pleading once the crying turned to temper tantrums and perpetual sour faces. Her mother's distress only made her angrier. She remembers that distraught face so well, one so similar to her own it could be a mirror.
Rel might feel regret, now. It's clear in the mist of her eyes and down-turned sorrow on her face. The pained clarity is obvious when she turns sharply to face Riptide's clearing throat. She doesn't have time to change her face, no time and no tact; so, he sees this full force of her: sad and exhausted and hopeless.
"I don't know how," she answers, though it's barely more than a whisper. A confession she doesn't easily admit. Rel has never liked admitting a lack of knowledge, but now - she breaks her pride just enough in the hopes of helping the kits.
"Do you think the elk in the Adoption Den will take them? I could . . . I could maybe find a way to lead them there."
@Riptide