A lot had changed in the past few years since the Bright Guild (in general) and Theocritus (in particular) had rescued her. She had a family - from the triplets, to her healthy, happy daughter. She was comfortable in her own skin for a change, most of the time she didn't cower away from people, was confident in her own right - she still had bad days, and people being angry still wasn't great, but she was doing a lot better. She'd even got a new form - although she'd eschewed it today in favour of having wings - an Aestes form, that, thanks to her Shift dancer ability, had ended up with the power to numb pain.
In her arms, Thecia fusses slightly.
She hummed soothingly.