[ There's too many things going on at once — from the changing hair (she's a metamorphmagus, Andromeda thinks, thoughts running a little wildly) to the fact that she's been called a mother, and for a moment, Andromeda can only stand there with wide eyes and half-open mouth, the innate knowledge of forming and saying words coming a little too slowly for her own liking.
Still, she recovers slightly, raising her free hand in an attempt to calm... well, if not the young woman, then herself, really. ]
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Still, she recovers slightly, raising her free hand in an attempt to calm... well, if not the young woman, then herself, really. ]
Wait, wait! What's your name?