Maeve nods. She has. Not that she really had a childhood herself. But she was built as an adult and so there wasn't really a childhood to have. It was just one of those things. But Ruby could have had more of one. But the adults in her life seemed fine letting her do...whatever. Her own daughter hadn't been capable of a real childhood either, but that was Delos' fault.

She notes the flinch, head tilting slightly. "After that?" She's not sure if she can even guess. She's just...here. "You can tell me if you like," she says softly. "Or you don't have to. Either is fine. Whatever you're most comfortable with."