Two years.

Dimitri had spawned a child two years ago. Valeska, unused to calculations, forced herself to think. What was going on in their lives two years ago where he might have - possibly - but then - wait -

Her face twisted into several different expressions as she processed this revelation and quickly experienced two years' worth of reactions in just a few seconds. Dimitri. Wardruna. That gods-damned arranged marriage Harper had conspired over without her consent. Dimitri, somehow fumbling that ball even worse than how it had been passed to him. Acting... promiscuous. Enraging Northfall. Breaking both Wardruna's heart, and her dignity.

Oh.

Amata.

Valeska envisioned breaking the unknown woman's neck for the briefest of moments, but then she looked back at Vitus and thought, 'He looks so much like my Dimitri. If not for her indiscriminate passion, I would not be having this conversation.'

That explains very much, was all she said. Another long moment of silence followed, and she listened to the sound of the wind as the knowledge settled within her.

Well, I suppose that makes you my grandson, and I have been a grandmother for a much longer time than I thought. Her eyes suddenly brightened considerably, and just like that, all dark thoughts were dismissed and she left the past thoroughly behind. Whatever Dimitri had done or why, it didn't matter now; bridges had been mended, the packs had moved on with their lives, and now she got to meet her very first grandchild in the flesh.

So tell me - what do you like to do? Where do you intend to stay? Would you ever be interested in visiting your grandmothers in the Respite from time to time? Do you have siblings?