Moira knows she has a lot to amend, with her family. She abandoned them all for Europe, adventure, and a desperation to prove herself to a world generally unconcerned with her existence. So she takes care to text everyone in her family with a personalized text, trying to make sure that they all know how much she wants them there to meet her daughter.

She's unconcerned with the lack of people when Aoife appears. If she happens to only entertain her sister for the day. she's content with that. She feels so at peace, rocking with Bronwyn on her porch and the music of the ocean crashing around them.

"Aoife!" Moira greets, shifting her daughter to wave to her sister. "So how does it feel to be an aunt?"