the large painting behind her that took up a sizable chunk of the wall. It was easily twice the height of a person and featured a woman with hair similar to Liara’s, loose and unbound, with waves cascading down her back. It would be easy to assume the woman was Liara’s mother or grandmother given the resemblance. Except those eyes. They were a copy of Kira’s eyes, though their expression wasn’t one Kira had ever been capable of—warm and gentle with a hint of playfulness
