Flowers in Your Hair

She felt a bit nervous the way that he walked around her, but then it was nothing compared to the way Morrigan paced back and forth when she wasn't grasping a lesson, the sour look of disapproval etched on her face, the sound of disappointment in her voice. No, this was nothing like that, so she felt mostly at ease despite not knowing this person beyond five minute ago.

Makes sense She chimed in as he stopped pacing and stood in front of her, she hung on his every word, soaked it all in, determined to, for once, make her mother proud. Even though her father had told her in the letter how the more fault Morrigan found in someone, that it actually meant she cared. Because if she didn't care she wouldn't give someone the time of day. Still, Asha wanted for just once to see some flicker of happiness or pride in Asha in her mother's eyes. She closed her eyes as asked. As he asks the questions, at first she thought she should maybe answer each one separately, but the more he asked the more she realised maybe each question had the same answer. 

So, life and blood are synonymous, we have life because we have blood? She didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but it did any way.