When their father was present, and their mother was more caring and accepting of them - of Eidola. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see her intolerance for her own daughter(s).
They were children; her children - but not anymore.
She came in close to nuzzle her sister, speaking so her words would be heard by no one else:
Then us away to find him. If Ma won’t care for us, then we have no mother. Everything is wrong. I do not want to be where things feel wrong. Papa will know what to do.
He had to. He was Papa.