Genevieve stared at her daughter for several long seconds as though Azaria had suddenly grown a second head. "Theon… is… a wolf?" The words sounded even more absurd spoken aloud. Her brow furrowed as she searched Azaria's face, waiting for the punchline. Then, despite herself, a small, uncertain laugh escaped her.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I just..." She smiled awkwardly. "I wasn't expecting that."
Azaria lowered her eyes. "I know." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I know exactly how it sounds." Another tear slipped down her cheek as she gave a weak, humourless laugh. "I laughed too."
Genevieve blinked. "What?"
