Now in light, the world starts spinning

[nemhain.]

Mama. The word made a faint frown pull at Nemhaim's beak, her head slowly cocking to one side as she observed the pup. She couldn't remember hearing about any sort of mother for the boy and Honey, and her suspicions were only confirmed when Rin approached, asking Wheatley about whom his mother was. Nem knew only the basics about what a mother was, considering personas didn't exactly have mothers or fathers – unless you counted their users, which she personally didn't – but even she could tell that something was off about this whole thing. The child launched into a description of his mother, and Nem felt her wings slump a bit, a conflicted look coming to the massive bird's face. Honey was here now, and the child seemed utterly delighted at the prospect of seeing her mother again, but Nemhain knew there was little chance that description was one of anything other than the sun. She couldn't let this charade continue on in good conscious, so she turned her head towards Honey, chirping softly, "I don't believe he's talking about your real mother, lady Honey. I think he is talking about the sun." She then turned to Wheatley, pointing a wing skyward as she questioned, "Am I right? Are you talking about the big bright orb in the sky?" She was fairly sure she was, but she didn't want her tone to be too harsh or scolding. After all, he was just a child. He didn't know better than to get Honey's hopes up. Rin found herself emotional for a moment, wishing that she could reunite the two children with their real mother, but she swiftly snuffed that out. That wasn't a proper thought, not for a persona.