"It's Mother's Day!" Knotgrass crowed. "Of course we're allowed to be here! Now come on, come on, hurry up!" Thistlewit struggled to keep up as she helped her sister carry Flittle, still stuck in her potted plant form. Maleficent was already there, and one more mother was up and coming. It took a village to raise a kid, and Aurora certainly had one. Even death couldn't stop them.