[-jumps on the bandwagon-] Ash took a deep breath, and approached the lady. "Hi." She gave a nervous curtsy. "My name is Ash. I- I very much doubt you've heard of me, but I am your son's lover and mother of his child. I- I wanted to meet you. It's, it's nice to meet you."
She drew herself up to her not inconsiderable height, looking coldly down at the Easterling before her. “You are what?” she asked in a dangerous voice.
"My son did not grow up under the Easterlings’ rule of the pitiful remnant of our broken people. He did not see what they did, did not suffer their abuses. I did, and so did all of my people who survived. I look at you and all I can see is Aerin’s face when Brodda ‘wedded’ her against her will. Leave me, woman. You are not my family,” Morwen said slowly. “I love my son, but I cannot like this decision he has made. Leave me. Now. Before I say something we shall both regret.”
"I told you, I’m not an Easterling! And even if I was, that still shouldn’t matter! But fine, I’ll go. I wanted to know what sort of woman you were, and now I do." Ash took a deep breath, fighting back tears. "You’re just a cold-hearted old besom who doesn’t know what love is!" She turned on her heel and stormed away. Of all the nerve! Turin expected her to just sit by and ignore all the slaughter he and his kind had inflicted on her people, and then she was to be treated like that by that- that crone he called mother? She stopped and turned, trembling with anger. “And my NAME is ASH.”
Morwen's face remained still and expressionless; she had been called worse things in her time, by worse people and more dangerous than this childish creature seemed to her to be. She was unaffected by such clumsy insults. Silently, without another word, she turned her back and walked away, not flinching nor, in truth, giving any sign of having heard the woman's parting words.
