Mariel put her hand on top of her mother's and squeezed it lightly in an attempt to reassure her. “Of course not! I could never think badly of you, mother.” She told her, then paused, unsure what to say next. Her face gradually got flushed as she recalled everything they had done last night. “I...” She began, then stopped again, her throat suddenly dry. She realized that what she was about to say would likely be a point of no return. Despite that she forced herself to continue. “I... I meant what I said last night. If you ever want to do this again... I will be happy to...” She squeezed her mother's hand again and turned to look at her, her smile equal parts hopeful and reassuring.