...no. No, it can't be. How would they know, how would — are they from Ke-Waihu? Your people? They knew my son?

( How else would they know he was her son, if not for having seen him prior? She shudders, but sounds, all at once, young and strained, finding her purpose.

She feels... raw. )

I want to know, I want you to prove. How do you know this was my son? ( And hissing: ) I will reward you for it. Tell me.