"You wish to see past the truth?" Now there was something she'd heard before, in so many different ways. It was a wish often spoken, though not usually asked of her. "Perhaps my husband, Hastur, could be of assistance."

She waited patiently for him to finish, not interrupting nor appearing at all offended by it. Perhaps more a vague, detached sort of interest. Like a human watching a single, faintly intriguing insect.

Noble yes, for a human. After speaking with others here, she'd gathered that humanity seemed to prize the nurturing presence of a father, no matter how inconsequential the young. It'd seem also, there were no 'inconsequential' young, as far as humans went.

.... Understandable. Most could only create one at a time, and the rearing of that creation was of paramount importance, if the whelp was to survive.

Weak, needy creatures.

"Humans are born unformed, unlearned. ... Yes, I see, a teacher would be necessary for any human child. Even my husband's half breed needed to be raised, the humanity in him delayed so many developments..."

A shame it was necessary that he be such.