"I certainly hope so," she murmured more to herself than to him. She closed her eyes momentarily and took in a deep breath, sighing tiredly as she relaxed into the chair. Her feet were hurting her after only a few moments of walking from point A to point B. She felt a mess in front of this man, but she had no choice but to be vulnerable for the moment. Hortencia finally caught her breath and said, "I might only have days, I might have a year. I need to act fast in some ways, but the rest will slowly come to light even if I died tomorrow. I have the will to see this to my very end. I just want to at least see my daughter once, I've dreamed of her face for as long as she has been alive." A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. "I've got people who I trust here who have kept me abreast of her as she grew up. I know that she is a bright young woman who takes after me. She likes to write too... She also has more sense of right and wrong in many ways. She also has my impulse, unfortunately. I suppose if I had to give her many of my good traits, some of my bad ones would be there too." She chuckled. "But I can't blame her for wanting to run away from Magnus and his strange family. I cannot wish it never happened, for I never would have this opportunity to see her... But sometimes I hate myself for having let myself hurt others like that. I just hope that I can give voices to the people we've both wronged."