Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

Sobo seemed less than thrilled, but at least he was keeping any protests to himself. The reception didn't surprise Rosalyn - as it shouldn't have. It was an echo of her own reception a few months ago. This time she was more welcoming, but there was still a stilted awkwardness to it.

How long had it been since she felt like a mother to any of them? Those that left... her role was done. It was near impossible to ignore, especially when every visit was just that. A visit. A courtesy call.

No. This one was more than that. Rosalyn let her single eye linger on the children he'd brought and the awkwardness relented, some, under the bloom of familial warmth. Her role was done but he'd found happiness. This was proof of everything she'd hoped for for him.

Rather easily, Rosalyn answered Caracal directly, amusement dancing behind the words. A slight flicker, though... as she thought to Reyes' father and could not find neither face nor name. It did not matter.

You're welcome to stay, of course. To get to know you. It was a simple statement, but it made an impact that was surprising even to her. She'd wondered... but again, irrelevant. She was curious to meet them, to learn more of this Teya, and to quietly admire what her son had built for himself.