Creme: Vous l’aimez, n’est-ce pas?

Hymenaios: Oui, Maman. J’ai peur du père…

Creme: Ne t’en fais pas, Hymenaios. Il devra apprendre finalement.

(Translation: You like her, don’t you? … Yes, Mother. I worry about father … Don’t worry. He will have to learn eventually.)

Creme: Ah, Aurora, I need a hug from you as well. It was so nice to meet you.

Aurora: It was nice to meet you too. I feel like I know a little more about my family now.

Creme: Of course. A daughter of Cumulus is a daughter of mine. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to speak with my son alone for a minute.

Aurora: Oh, sure! I’ll just be waiting outside.