Alodia feels the air change as her cousin reaches for magic, and though she carries a number of charms meant to dispel low-grade hostile spells - the perks of being a Coombs - she still finds herself bracing for an attack. It never comes. Seems Moira's keeping a handle on her control after all... well, that or her magic's on the fritz, since her next words make it obvious that the calming charm she muttered hasn't worked at all.

Alodia's father has never been a particular sore spot. She'd written him off a long time ago, in fact, and only acknowledges he exists when she spends the money he sends to keep her quiet. She's vulnerable now, though, and things that ordinarily wouldn't so much as make a dent in her armor are suddenly hitting home.

"I don't have a father," she sneers, lifting her chin. It's been her mantra for years. "Which I guess we have in common, seeing as how Mommy Dearest murdered yours. Family ties always did mean so much to her, which I guess you've got in common now."