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Wyatt is here, she shared, and Laurel's heart skipped a beat. She felt a weird mixture of happiness to know that he was here as well as a bit as if a shackle was tied to her legs. Maybe it was good that he was here, and maybe it was good enough to know that he was happy and safe. Maybe this was her chance out of having to be his mother.

Instantly Laurel felt suffocating guilt as she thought these things -- what sort of mother was she? Wasn't it good enough to have Wyatt if she couldn't have Lucas, if she'd never find him..? She was distracted and looked up to meet the woman's gaze when she asked for their relations, and then she looked away again, realising her eye contact might be interpreted as brazen. I'm his mother, she said, though there was little love in her words. It wasn't the tone of a mother who wanted her child back; it was a doubtful tone. She stated a fact while she tried to process the guilt she felt at not wanting him home as much as she should have. Should she try to drag him home..? And what if he didn't want to..? Maybe it would all work out by itself if she tried to force him to come. He had left, after all, and apparently by himself.

How did he get here? she decided to ask. Is he well? No passion in her voice, only a strange kind of feeling of duty, like a general asking about their soldiers' wellbeing. Guilt plucked at her brain. There must be something wrong with her to think like this of her Reek look-a-like child... But she could find nothing more than guilt. No genuine compassion or motherly feelings, especially if he was doing well. Now if he'd gotten here while wounded she would of course take him home right away (and then continue her search for Lucas), but if he'd come on his own accord and actually wanted to be away from her... It made her a little snippy because she didn't believe she deserved that from her own son, especially as he had left without so much as a word, but it was a relief at the same time.