Moira raises an eyebrow when Aoife hints at discord between herself and Amelie. For as long as Moira can remember, the twins have been inseparable from each other; Amelie's relationship with Daniel must be serious, then. "You make do? Like a compromise?" She asks, because she can hardly believe it, herself. Compromise generally doesn't run in the Coombs' genes, from her own experience. "Daniel's the artist one, right? I don't think anyone could be grumpier in that family than James." She shakes her head, still trying to process everything. She really has missed a hell of a lot in her time away from Siren Cove.

"Fairy tale cliches? Jesus," Moira says. She can't decide if she's sad she missed such shenanigans. God only knows what she would have wound up turning into, stuck in some sort of bad fairy tale. "I don't know this Auryn witch, but still. Nerium, Aoife? She's dangerous. You might as well have been playing with fire."