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Who: Yuffie, "Grandma"
When: After Yuffie's call to Reeve.
Location: Wutai, near Da Chao mountain, then at Grandma's house.
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuffie meets an old woman, and promises to return her son to her. [Complete!]
Yuffie Kisaragi, master of all things pertaining to being amazing and stealing materia, was having a bit of an off morning. She'd been feeling helpful last night, due to the influx of people and just so happened to pass along Reeve's number to Lazard, which hadn't made Reeve so thrilled.
In fact, since she had closed her phone she'd started to think on it. He'd seemed sorry, but... she should have never been nice to Lazard in the first place. He had done so much to hurt Wutai and --
New Years Resolution: Don't be conned into being generous.
So Reeve suggested refugee camps, which was a good plan, and that's what she was headed off to. She'd been out near Da Chao, in case there was anything not meant for other people's ears when she spoke with Reeve, but it had been rather inconclusive.
Stupid helping Lazard. Stupid. Stupid --
She almost ran into an elderly lady. "A-ah! I am, so sorry, grandma."
This little old lady found herself in a very different situation taking little, bittle, tentative choice steps climbing down the Da Chao mountain. She hadn't remembered the village looking like this, but her eyesight was getting a bit frayed around the edges these days. And it was evening - so maybe it was her imagination. Her descent was slow and methodical, her cane tapping shallow wells into the dirt as she inspected her small line of view for safe stepping stones. Lucky for her, her feet were little enough to fit into any crack or cranny without jamming. Her shoes did the trick too.
Ah. When she reached nice flat land, she headed straight for the tents, hoping there would be a gathering of people there who could tell her what's going on. Everything had been going smoothly until she felt a jarring bump on the shoulder by a young ruffian. Foolish, ungrateful, unpious children! She turned her head to take in the sight of the young woman and rapped the concrete hard with her cane, indignant expression in tow. "Now who are you!" She asked, one wrinkled hand coming up to support her old, somewhat misshapen back - but, but, not to say that she wasn't agile.
Talk about not accepting apologies. She'd tried to apologize, at least. But, then, the woman was rather frail looking. Like if the wind blew hard enough she'd just fall right over. No wonder she had a cane - of course, she had to articulate herself with it.
"Who am I? I am the single white rose of Wutai!" She paused for dramatic effect, "Yuffie Kisaragi." She gave the old woman a smile. Old people liked smiles, right? That would fix everything. It had to. "And, uh, I really am sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." She rubbed the back of her head embarrassedly."
Old grandma was easily appeased. Had it not been for the smile, she would not have forgiven this one. But then, as soon as 'Kisaragi' leapt out of her mouth, her old eyes beamed. Lord Godo's daughter? Hoo hoo. How did she become so cute and fullsome overnight? She held her old hand over the back of Yuffie's hand, grasping her warm fingers tightly and holding on as firmly as a woman of her age can.
“Oh ho, child, forgive me. I didn't know it was Godo's adorable little daughter. When did you grow so tall? I remember when you were soo, soo little!” She chirped happily at the girl and pulled her closer, one hand reaching up to smooth Yuffie's ebony black hair. “What are you doing at this time of night?”
"How 'bout we just forget I ran into you, and we'll call it even?" Yuffie offered. But it didn't seem to really matter either way, anymore. Well, at least the woman seemed happy to see her, which was a good trend considering everyone was always going on about certain klepto tendencies she may or may not have had.
Old grandma was stronger than she looked, and Yuffie found herself being pulled closer, and then the grandma was even smoothing her hair. What was that she said? Night?
"Night?" She repeated, and then laughed, "It's almost noon, grandma."
"What? Noon?" The little old lady puckered her lips and frowned with her brows, her forehead stitched in wrinkles as she looked around herself and took in her surroundings once again. She squinted her raisin eyes and looked up at the sky momentarily, then shook her head in a marvel with her hands on her hips. "Oh," she warbled with her thin, faint voice, "I guess you're right." She brought her fingers together - but for one, and shook a naughty wave at the girl. "Now I'm not senile just yet! But I'll have you know that it was quite dark on my way down! Hmph! Clear the trees I say, I'm not getting any younger!"
"Well," she hooked her arm in Yuffie's. "You be helpful and take me back home, will you? Do you still remember who I am?" She asked curiously, bringing her face close and blinking with wide brown eyes. "Come, come, come." Her cane tapped out and she began to set out in the direction of her old home.
Well, what a predicament to be in. Yuffie most certainly did not remember who this grandma was, but she couldn't exactly tell her, that would be all kinds of impolite (not to mention embarrassing, people always did this to her when she came back to Wutai, although this situation seemed much different considering that for all Yuffie knew the woman probably came down Da Chao with the ot her dead people, and it wasn't just a little walk she had gone on.)
"Of course," Yuffie lied easily, and took the grandma's arm, so they could walk together. She tried to think about who it could be...but maybe when she got to their destination, it would trigger her memory.
"Hoooi!" She bunched her arms together excitedly, grin tight and small, her steps carrying just a bit of bounce as they walked. "You remember, you wonderful child, you!" She patted Yuffie's hooked arm with much vigor as they walked, feeling her day brighten incredibly, and shuffled along with her methodical steps. And then her chattering began - she'd been so excited to tell her of her son's latest excursions that had brought a lot of shame on her part. Such an unpious boy, that one. But may be there was hope for him yet.
"Let me tell you," she exclaimed, "about that unpious son of mine!" She tugged Yuffie forward impetuously. "Have you met him? If you see him, tell him to come home! Oh, but, you haven't met him, have you?" Somehow, the little old lady's pace sped up rather briskly.
Grandma talked ever more than she did! Maybe this was what it felt like to be Reeve putting up with her all the time, although she never talked about wayward sons. She should have never said she remembered who this woman was, Shiva, it made her so happy, but now she was expected to remember who this woman's son was.
Someone who had left Wutai could be any number of people, and this woman...her son could be dead, too.
She could be Hojo's mom. Oh great Da Chao, please, please, please don't let her be Hojo's mother.
She studied the old woman, but suddenly they were at a brisker place. She tried to think if she'd given any hints to who this mysterious son was, but...
"Hmm, well maybe I have met him! I've been traveling, saving the world, you know! Twice, even!" Yuffie always sounded proud when she brought this up, and for good reason. "Maybe you can describe him for me?" ...As if that was really gonna get anywhere after 'tall, black haired, dark eyes.' But it was worth a shot, and at least she'd buy some time to try and figure this one out. She was a ninja. She could do anything.
"Oh?" She clapped happily, getting right down to business and immediately turning on her old matchmaker mode. "Well he's so tall, and he has the most beautiful black hair and beautiful brown eyes! I always tell that boy to put his hair down like a traditional Wutaian son, but he insists on tying it up! He's just as handsome as you are pretty!" She winked happily in Yuffie's direction, patting her arm some more.
"Now, you should bring him back as soon as you see him! And give him a lesson for me!" Her old eyes pulled the girl quickly towards a small, shack-like house (looking older and dustier than usual - she had no idea why) just at the edge of the forest, and kicked off her little sandals as she stepped inside, yanking Yuffie along with her. "Here, let me show you his photos." She hopped quickly to a small drawer and pulled out the precious few pictures she had, handing them to Yuffie as if they were treasured jewels.
Holy--
Well, on the upside, at least it wasn't Hojo. Yuffie tried not too look too surprised when she was handed the pictures. That was most definitely Tseng. The Turk, Tseng. She was holding pictures of him as - as a young person. And he looked for the most part, the same. He was younger, obviously, it almost seemed he looked more laid back, but maybe that was just because he didn't have his Turk get up on.
Yuffie would be more than happy to give him a lesson from his mom, though. But she didn't know if he was really, as his mom believed, handsome as she was pretty. Guess that's how mothers always were.
...That did not, however, help her to remember the old woman's name.
"Oh! Tseng!" She said, with a smile that perhaps had more to do with her plotting than her relationship with the Turk, "I was just talking with him the other day."
"Really?" The old lady piped, blinking into Yuffie's dark eyes. "Well, what did he say? What did he say?" She asked, tugging at her sleeve, wondering what horrid things her son must be doing these days. But at least she took a lot of interest in what her son was doing. It was her son, after all. And this one used to be no taller than her knee!
She pressed on with her chattering, talking about how she was upset that Tseng had run off to some foreign land and never came back - at least not yet. She just wanted to know what he was doing for a living - not that he ever said anything. Well here was her chance, since Yuffie seemed quite familiar to him. It would be an added bonus if she could spike her interest, and maybe her son will finally come back to Wutai, marry a fullsome, adorable young princess, and then give her children? "What's he doing for a living?" She asked.
Your son is a lair and a Shinra dog.
...Okay, she couldn't really say that. In fact, Yuffie was finding it hard to ever tell this woman her son worked for Shinra, period. She seemed to have so much love for her son, not that Yuffie was any fan of his. And she couldn't really tell her than her son had been making fun of her failure in taking off kimono, managed to insult the fact she was a princess, and then her father's ways of raising her all in one go. But before she had to answer that, grandma went back into her chatter about her son. But it all came back to that last question. And that one she had to answer, or there would be awkward, unavoidable silence.
So she just swallowed and told her, "He works for Shinra."
"What's Shinra?" She asked, now far too old, naive, and forgetful to have ever connected such a name to the war she'd seen blazing far too long with her wrinkled, withered eyes. "Now that's a familiar name. Is it one of those big east continent companies? What do they make? Do they make furniture? Do they make useful home goods?" She gathered Yuffie's hand in hers, leading her to the kitchen and insisted that she took a seat close to her at the small, humble square table of hers. And then she was up and bustling once again to get food cooked, to get a kettle of water boiling so she could offer some tea to Godo's fine young daughter.
She shuffled about the kitchen quickly, finding most food-stuffs left, oddly, rotten or gone. When did she get so forgetful about throwing those away? She reached into a cabinet, finding a packet of tea leaves and threw them quickly into the kettle.
Huh. Well, it seemed the old lady either never knew, or was senile. Yuffie gave a quick thanks to grandma for giving her a seat at the table.
"A-ah, Grandma, there's no need to make anything!" Yuffie said quickly, although it had been awhile since she'd had really good Wutaian food, but this dream was quickly squashed when it appeared all the good was rotten. At least there was tea.
"They make energy," Yuffie said, "it's a good business." Oh, she was going to hell for this one. What was that about new year's resolutions? Not being too generous. Right. And that was exactly what she was doing now, by lying about Shinra. "And your son is a hard worker, rich, too." Okay, well those parts were probably true, at least. "And really respected." Also true, though probably for the wrong reasons.
Old grandma poured the kettle of tea into a little dainty cup and offered it to Yuffie, sliding it across the table gently. "Really?" She asked brightly, clapping her hands together. "Tseng is doing righteous, respectable work?" Hoo hoo, she couldn't have ever heard happier news. Well, now she was really getting excited. And since it seemed that her son was set for life, now she just had to set him up with a good, potentially wholesome wife.
"How many times have you met him?" She asked curiously, balling her hands up in little fists, pumping them quietly across the table as she took a seat by Yuffie, gleeful as can be. "I haven't seen Godo in a while. When will we meet?! If my son comes back, we should all eat together! I'll cook!" She was so, so excited.
Righteous and respectable. Riiiiiiight. It would be okay, grandma deserved to think he was a good son, right? Besides, she'd totally be able to use that when she talked to him next time. Oh yeah, she could see it now.
"Oh a few times," She answered. "Oh, yeah, we should eat together! I bet your cooking is really good." She smiled at the thought of this. Home cooked food. Yes. That would totally be worth eating with Tseng, even.
The little old woman jumped to her feet and slapped her palm across Yuffie's back, applying vigorous un-self-contained force, "You bring my son home, ah!" She yelled, then disappeared into her closet. Afterward, she returned quickly with her knitted socks and crushed them against the girl's hand, squeezing her wrist insistently. "You give them to Tseng and keep some for yourself!" She finished yelling with a very distinct finality.
Then she ran off to find something to offer to Godo before the girl left. Holding up a jade amulet, she slid the small necklace around the girl's neck and patted where the gold plate landed - just above her bosom. "Ohh," she crooned mirthfully, "you're so cute. You keep it instead."
Oh, Tseng was gonna love the socks, this was getting better and better. She put them into her pocket, and then the woman came back with a --
Yuffie gasped. It was beautiful. "Grandma, it's - wow." She should have never told grandma she knew who she was and...oh man, oh man.
"I'll bring your son back to Wutai," she said with a sense of purpose, and stood up. She grabbed grandma's hands, "I promise! It'll take me no time at all, you watch, when the single white rose of Wutai is on a mission, the mission gets done."
When: After Yuffie's call to Reeve.
Location: Wutai, near Da Chao mountain, then at Grandma's house.
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuffie meets an old woman, and promises to return her son to her. [Complete!]
Yuffie Kisaragi, master of all things pertaining to being amazing and stealing materia, was having a bit of an off morning. She'd been feeling helpful last night, due to the influx of people and just so happened to pass along Reeve's number to Lazard, which hadn't made Reeve so thrilled.
In fact, since she had closed her phone she'd started to think on it. He'd seemed sorry, but... she should have never been nice to Lazard in the first place. He had done so much to hurt Wutai and --
New Years Resolution: Don't be conned into being generous.
So Reeve suggested refugee camps, which was a good plan, and that's what she was headed off to. She'd been out near Da Chao, in case there was anything not meant for other people's ears when she spoke with Reeve, but it had been rather inconclusive.
Stupid helping Lazard. Stupid. Stupid --
She almost ran into an elderly lady. "A-ah! I am, so sorry, grandma."
This little old lady found herself in a very different situation taking little, bittle, tentative choice steps climbing down the Da Chao mountain. She hadn't remembered the village looking like this, but her eyesight was getting a bit frayed around the edges these days. And it was evening - so maybe it was her imagination. Her descent was slow and methodical, her cane tapping shallow wells into the dirt as she inspected her small line of view for safe stepping stones. Lucky for her, her feet were little enough to fit into any crack or cranny without jamming. Her shoes did the trick too.
Ah. When she reached nice flat land, she headed straight for the tents, hoping there would be a gathering of people there who could tell her what's going on. Everything had been going smoothly until she felt a jarring bump on the shoulder by a young ruffian. Foolish, ungrateful, unpious children! She turned her head to take in the sight of the young woman and rapped the concrete hard with her cane, indignant expression in tow. "Now who are you!" She asked, one wrinkled hand coming up to support her old, somewhat misshapen back - but, but, not to say that she wasn't agile.
Talk about not accepting apologies. She'd tried to apologize, at least. But, then, the woman was rather frail looking. Like if the wind blew hard enough she'd just fall right over. No wonder she had a cane - of course, she had to articulate herself with it.
"Who am I? I am the single white rose of Wutai!" She paused for dramatic effect, "Yuffie Kisaragi." She gave the old woman a smile. Old people liked smiles, right? That would fix everything. It had to. "And, uh, I really am sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." She rubbed the back of her head embarrassedly."
Old grandma was easily appeased. Had it not been for the smile, she would not have forgiven this one. But then, as soon as 'Kisaragi' leapt out of her mouth, her old eyes beamed. Lord Godo's daughter? Hoo hoo. How did she become so cute and fullsome overnight? She held her old hand over the back of Yuffie's hand, grasping her warm fingers tightly and holding on as firmly as a woman of her age can.
“Oh ho, child, forgive me. I didn't know it was Godo's adorable little daughter. When did you grow so tall? I remember when you were soo, soo little!” She chirped happily at the girl and pulled her closer, one hand reaching up to smooth Yuffie's ebony black hair. “What are you doing at this time of night?”
"How 'bout we just forget I ran into you, and we'll call it even?" Yuffie offered. But it didn't seem to really matter either way, anymore. Well, at least the woman seemed happy to see her, which was a good trend considering everyone was always going on about certain klepto tendencies she may or may not have had.
Old grandma was stronger than she looked, and Yuffie found herself being pulled closer, and then the grandma was even smoothing her hair. What was that she said? Night?
"Night?" She repeated, and then laughed, "It's almost noon, grandma."
"What? Noon?" The little old lady puckered her lips and frowned with her brows, her forehead stitched in wrinkles as she looked around herself and took in her surroundings once again. She squinted her raisin eyes and looked up at the sky momentarily, then shook her head in a marvel with her hands on her hips. "Oh," she warbled with her thin, faint voice, "I guess you're right." She brought her fingers together - but for one, and shook a naughty wave at the girl. "Now I'm not senile just yet! But I'll have you know that it was quite dark on my way down! Hmph! Clear the trees I say, I'm not getting any younger!"
"Well," she hooked her arm in Yuffie's. "You be helpful and take me back home, will you? Do you still remember who I am?" She asked curiously, bringing her face close and blinking with wide brown eyes. "Come, come, come." Her cane tapped out and she began to set out in the direction of her old home.
Well, what a predicament to be in. Yuffie most certainly did not remember who this grandma was, but she couldn't exactly tell her, that would be all kinds of impolite (not to mention embarrassing, people always did this to her when she came back to Wutai, although this situation seemed much different considering that for all Yuffie knew the woman probably came down Da Chao with the ot her dead people, and it wasn't just a little walk she had gone on.)
"Of course," Yuffie lied easily, and took the grandma's arm, so they could walk together. She tried to think about who it could be...but maybe when she got to their destination, it would trigger her memory.
"Hoooi!" She bunched her arms together excitedly, grin tight and small, her steps carrying just a bit of bounce as they walked. "You remember, you wonderful child, you!" She patted Yuffie's hooked arm with much vigor as they walked, feeling her day brighten incredibly, and shuffled along with her methodical steps. And then her chattering began - she'd been so excited to tell her of her son's latest excursions that had brought a lot of shame on her part. Such an unpious boy, that one. But may be there was hope for him yet.
"Let me tell you," she exclaimed, "about that unpious son of mine!" She tugged Yuffie forward impetuously. "Have you met him? If you see him, tell him to come home! Oh, but, you haven't met him, have you?" Somehow, the little old lady's pace sped up rather briskly.
Grandma talked ever more than she did! Maybe this was what it felt like to be Reeve putting up with her all the time, although she never talked about wayward sons. She should have never said she remembered who this woman was, Shiva, it made her so happy, but now she was expected to remember who this woman's son was.
Someone who had left Wutai could be any number of people, and this woman...her son could be dead, too.
She could be Hojo's mom. Oh great Da Chao, please, please, please don't let her be Hojo's mother.
She studied the old woman, but suddenly they were at a brisker place. She tried to think if she'd given any hints to who this mysterious son was, but...
"Hmm, well maybe I have met him! I've been traveling, saving the world, you know! Twice, even!" Yuffie always sounded proud when she brought this up, and for good reason. "Maybe you can describe him for me?" ...As if that was really gonna get anywhere after 'tall, black haired, dark eyes.' But it was worth a shot, and at least she'd buy some time to try and figure this one out. She was a ninja. She could do anything.
"Oh?" She clapped happily, getting right down to business and immediately turning on her old matchmaker mode. "Well he's so tall, and he has the most beautiful black hair and beautiful brown eyes! I always tell that boy to put his hair down like a traditional Wutaian son, but he insists on tying it up! He's just as handsome as you are pretty!" She winked happily in Yuffie's direction, patting her arm some more.
"Now, you should bring him back as soon as you see him! And give him a lesson for me!" Her old eyes pulled the girl quickly towards a small, shack-like house (looking older and dustier than usual - she had no idea why) just at the edge of the forest, and kicked off her little sandals as she stepped inside, yanking Yuffie along with her. "Here, let me show you his photos." She hopped quickly to a small drawer and pulled out the precious few pictures she had, handing them to Yuffie as if they were treasured jewels.
Holy--
Well, on the upside, at least it wasn't Hojo. Yuffie tried not too look too surprised when she was handed the pictures. That was most definitely Tseng. The Turk, Tseng. She was holding pictures of him as - as a young person. And he looked for the most part, the same. He was younger, obviously, it almost seemed he looked more laid back, but maybe that was just because he didn't have his Turk get up on.
Yuffie would be more than happy to give him a lesson from his mom, though. But she didn't know if he was really, as his mom believed, handsome as she was pretty. Guess that's how mothers always were.
...That did not, however, help her to remember the old woman's name.
"Oh! Tseng!" She said, with a smile that perhaps had more to do with her plotting than her relationship with the Turk, "I was just talking with him the other day."
"Really?" The old lady piped, blinking into Yuffie's dark eyes. "Well, what did he say? What did he say?" She asked, tugging at her sleeve, wondering what horrid things her son must be doing these days. But at least she took a lot of interest in what her son was doing. It was her son, after all. And this one used to be no taller than her knee!
She pressed on with her chattering, talking about how she was upset that Tseng had run off to some foreign land and never came back - at least not yet. She just wanted to know what he was doing for a living - not that he ever said anything. Well here was her chance, since Yuffie seemed quite familiar to him. It would be an added bonus if she could spike her interest, and maybe her son will finally come back to Wutai, marry a fullsome, adorable young princess, and then give her children? "What's he doing for a living?" She asked.
Your son is a lair and a Shinra dog.
...Okay, she couldn't really say that. In fact, Yuffie was finding it hard to ever tell this woman her son worked for Shinra, period. She seemed to have so much love for her son, not that Yuffie was any fan of his. And she couldn't really tell her than her son had been making fun of her failure in taking off kimono, managed to insult the fact she was a princess, and then her father's ways of raising her all in one go. But before she had to answer that, grandma went back into her chatter about her son. But it all came back to that last question. And that one she had to answer, or there would be awkward, unavoidable silence.
So she just swallowed and told her, "He works for Shinra."
"What's Shinra?" She asked, now far too old, naive, and forgetful to have ever connected such a name to the war she'd seen blazing far too long with her wrinkled, withered eyes. "Now that's a familiar name. Is it one of those big east continent companies? What do they make? Do they make furniture? Do they make useful home goods?" She gathered Yuffie's hand in hers, leading her to the kitchen and insisted that she took a seat close to her at the small, humble square table of hers. And then she was up and bustling once again to get food cooked, to get a kettle of water boiling so she could offer some tea to Godo's fine young daughter.
She shuffled about the kitchen quickly, finding most food-stuffs left, oddly, rotten or gone. When did she get so forgetful about throwing those away? She reached into a cabinet, finding a packet of tea leaves and threw them quickly into the kettle.
Huh. Well, it seemed the old lady either never knew, or was senile. Yuffie gave a quick thanks to grandma for giving her a seat at the table.
"A-ah, Grandma, there's no need to make anything!" Yuffie said quickly, although it had been awhile since she'd had really good Wutaian food, but this dream was quickly squashed when it appeared all the good was rotten. At least there was tea.
"They make energy," Yuffie said, "it's a good business." Oh, she was going to hell for this one. What was that about new year's resolutions? Not being too generous. Right. And that was exactly what she was doing now, by lying about Shinra. "And your son is a hard worker, rich, too." Okay, well those parts were probably true, at least. "And really respected." Also true, though probably for the wrong reasons.
Old grandma poured the kettle of tea into a little dainty cup and offered it to Yuffie, sliding it across the table gently. "Really?" She asked brightly, clapping her hands together. "Tseng is doing righteous, respectable work?" Hoo hoo, she couldn't have ever heard happier news. Well, now she was really getting excited. And since it seemed that her son was set for life, now she just had to set him up with a good, potentially wholesome wife.
"How many times have you met him?" She asked curiously, balling her hands up in little fists, pumping them quietly across the table as she took a seat by Yuffie, gleeful as can be. "I haven't seen Godo in a while. When will we meet?! If my son comes back, we should all eat together! I'll cook!" She was so, so excited.
Righteous and respectable. Riiiiiiight. It would be okay, grandma deserved to think he was a good son, right? Besides, she'd totally be able to use that when she talked to him next time. Oh yeah, she could see it now.
"Oh a few times," She answered. "Oh, yeah, we should eat together! I bet your cooking is really good." She smiled at the thought of this. Home cooked food. Yes. That would totally be worth eating with Tseng, even.
The little old woman jumped to her feet and slapped her palm across Yuffie's back, applying vigorous un-self-contained force, "You bring my son home, ah!" She yelled, then disappeared into her closet. Afterward, she returned quickly with her knitted socks and crushed them against the girl's hand, squeezing her wrist insistently. "You give them to Tseng and keep some for yourself!" She finished yelling with a very distinct finality.
Then she ran off to find something to offer to Godo before the girl left. Holding up a jade amulet, she slid the small necklace around the girl's neck and patted where the gold plate landed - just above her bosom. "Ohh," she crooned mirthfully, "you're so cute. You keep it instead."
Oh, Tseng was gonna love the socks, this was getting better and better. She put them into her pocket, and then the woman came back with a --
Yuffie gasped. It was beautiful. "Grandma, it's - wow." She should have never told grandma she knew who she was and...oh man, oh man.
"I'll bring your son back to Wutai," she said with a sense of purpose, and stood up. She grabbed grandma's hands, "I promise! It'll take me no time at all, you watch, when the single white rose of Wutai is on a mission, the mission gets done."