No, it shouldn't have. [There's never any true force to the old woman's words, Lydia will notice. It's as soft as the shawl- no, softer, perhaps, for the shawl is not a creation of the 'Grandmother's hands but rather the hands of thralls to the rich and powerful.

It could be likened to the touch of a sheep, the plush of an animal.] Just because something is, dear child, does not mean it must. But I don't doubt your strength, [Cotton reassures with a small smile.] And truthfully I would say better away from that sorry excuse for an adult, than with.