It reminded her too much of when she had run away, leaving her parents and going back to the clans. Well, not 'back'. The clans had never been a presence in her life, just this looming thing in the past that her mom and dad were oh so proud of themselves for leaving behind. Constantly self-aggrandizing about how they had broken away and were better people now, how they were saving her from that life. Making sure it was clear how every hardship was some shared penance.
That had really been what drove her back to the clans. Her parents had kept all the worst parts while dropping everything else. To call them controlling didn't even come close. Every aspect of her life was managed, agonized over, curated. She couldn't have any kind of existence beyond them, all for fear that she would fall back into what they were so proud to get away from.