@Anne1q1111 Ok! ( •̀ v •̀ )✧ Also, here's what I imagined for it.
The wind rustled through Y/N's h/c hair and her mother's same matching h/c. A tense silence between the mother and daughter. The tension was so thick you could've cut through it like a knife through smooth, creamy butter. Y/N's fury started to rise. She knew her mom tried to be a good mom at first but she let herself get drunk and not take care of them, her own kids. The grief had enveloped the two when Y/N's younger twin died, drowning in misery and Y/N's hallucinations. Y/N's scaly, dragon-like tail inched forward then swooped strangling her mother, but not killing her as Y/N shouted her pain and agony, not caring if her friends and the Hashiras heard her trauma. Fine, let them know anyway. It would be nice to finally let this go....