Liga nodded. "It seems I'll have to," she agreed, smiling at Simon and noting that she liked the way his perpetual vest looked on him. "My girls are grown and making lives of their own now."
"When a person's life has been built around protecting someone else, and taking care of that someone else, it can be hard to remember that," said Simon. "I'm learning about that myself. It's good, that they make a life for themselves. Just hard to remember that now I get to have my own -- I mean. Ah. It's hard for a caretaking sort of person to realize that he or she gets to have a life, too, once the caretaking's done."
Liga tactfully decided not to comment on what Simon had admitted to. "It seems all my life I've been taking care of someone," she admitted. "I enjoy it, the gods know I do, and I certainly haven't resented having to, in the long run. I just don't really know how to go about finding something else to spend my energy on, that isn't more of the same."
While he'd been striking out with some of the recent applicants lately, this one made Kurama smile slightly as he read through the application. "To be a mother is a great form of heroism," he said, casting a look of utmost respect to Liga. "I think, of all the people who have walked through these doors, you have just proved your usefulness more than most by being a mother and not lamenting your position." Or at least, not openly lamenting it. He could - and did - respect that.
Liga smiled. "I never resented my girls," she said. She might have resented the way in which she'd gotten them, but them? Not at all. "They've been my treasures, and if my girls are the only way I'll be remembered, I will consider having done well for myself."
"You can sew for me and clean up after me and cook for me! Fantastic! I've always wanted a human to wait on me hand and foot! Don't concern yourself with my lack of visible hands and feet." The Hat was pretty stoked.
Liga was a bit nonplussed by the hat and wasn't sure how to answer it right away. She finally managed, "Do you actually eat? How do you manage that?" She probably shouldn't have asked.
"What would you like me to cook?" Liga inquired. She couldn't believe she was actually having this conversation, but there seemed nothing for it but to try and brazen it out.
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"To be a mother is a great form of heroism," he said, casting a look of utmost respect to Liga. "I think, of all the people who have walked through these doors, you have just proved your usefulness more than most by being a mother and not lamenting your position." Or at least, not openly lamenting it. He could - and did - respect that.
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