[It isn't dumb, but she does fall silent for a bit, thinking about the answer that doesn't immediately come to mind. Their parents are more of a nebulous concept than actual people, these days; it's been too long, and memories of childhood too often blur when one becomes an adult. She recalls occasional conversations with Barry about his parents, the father he never knew and the mother who died too soon, old already when he was born. His memory of her was foggy by the time he reached a human's middle age, so how much harder would it be for elves hundreds of years old?

Still... if she squints and thinks back far enough, there's slivers of what might have been, somewhere in there.]

I don't remember Dad at all. Mom's a little better, because I remember Auntie G, and people said they looked alike. And she said we reminded her of Mom, so...

[Her brows furrow, and Taako might feel her shrug after another pause.]

I dunno. There's not much to remember.