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As she kept her hold of her daughter's chin, her mind drifted to the possibility of changelings. Tiberius could feasibly have replaced them at any point and she wouldn't have noticed... They did resemble him though, but then he'd pick some that did, wouldn't he? But why? It was a rather messy train of thought she had to abandon in light of the suddenly squirming child in her hand. The smashing of the teapot made Tig recoil in surprise, releasing Imperatrix in the process (although it might've been that she'd already slipped free). Tig was fuming. How dare she, how dare she! She'd been made to feel momentarily vulnerable and that was unacceptable. Without a second thought she raised her hand and struck the girl soundly across the face.

She'd never hit one of them before, or any child for that matter (not since she'd been one). Tig felt jittery with the rush of adrenaline that was now flooding her. Well?

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