That was the issue, she supposed. It didn't sit right with her, because... she didn't take it the way he might have meant it. He might have just been talking about the way people did that, but what Tara was thinking.... she was thinking about it. About the last thing she'd done for herself, and.... it was when she'd taken Abel and Thomas to the park after work, a month ago, and had run into Katie.

..... That.... was the only thing she could really think of, and it drew her up short. That things here were that safe, when in comparison...

"Tig's daughters." She paused, and then licked her lips. For her, the transition made sense. It made it even more stark the difference between this place and home... even though this was home now. Between home, and Charming.

She looked down at the floor. "Dawn's-" She paused again, and then said quietly, "Gone." And it was clear when she looked up at him, that gone meant dead. She bent, and scooped Macha up in her arms, holding her to her chest. "Fawn apparently left town. It was-" Her brows furrowed. "Because of the club. Closed casket."

Her eyes finally flicked back up to his, then to the ceiling as she shook her head. She was holding Macha a little bit like someone - not him, from her body language - might just take her away. "I keep feeling like this isn't real, still. Because everything's- it's good, and I'm still telling you about things like that."