Break down

Every word she says cuts away at you. Even though you never had much in the way of wealth, talent or prospects you always at least owned yourself. Who you were. And now this woman was showing you that even that could be taken. What was next? Would she tell you that you were adopted? That even your family was not properly yours? Were you even anything at all?

This should have made you want to fight, to prove yourself. But you had no fight left in you. She spoke truth. She knew the answers to the questions you've had since you were very young. Disarmed down to your very spirit. You collapse into her arms, openly sobbing.

Tritera : "it's OK sweety, it's going to be OK"

She sits you down on the soft earth and gives you some space to collect yourself.

Tritera : "it's not all bad you know? Yesterday you were a miss fit runt of the litter with spilt grain. Today you're a magical sorceress. I'd call that an upgrade personally."