Cleora studied her daughter for a long moment, eyes searching for any sign that would say Coco's only kidding around, but when she found none.. She sighed.
Why does she feel like she's the one being protected at how worried Coco is?
Cleora shook off the feeling and stepped forward, cupping Coco's face in her hands, the gesture was startlingly gentle for a woman known for her ruthlessness.
Cleora smiled faintly at her daughter, her eyes softening for a moment. "My abilities are.. Complicated, but I won't put myself in danger or anyone else for that matter, I promise you that."
Coco held her mother's gaze, searching for any hints of hesitation or dishonesty, but finding only quiet certainty.
Slowly, her tense shoulders relaxed, the knots in her chest unravelling almost imperceptibly, causing her shoulders to finally lower, and she nodded— a silent display of trust.
"Okay.." She murmured, the word almost whispered. "I trust you, mama."
