Redtail Rise the oval portrait

His mother's observation filled him with a sense of pride. As she studied him, he studied her. 

Particularly, her leg. He knew little about mortality, medicine or health, but he'd known there was something terribly wrong with her leg before. Now she seemed fine, at least improved—though he was a very poor judge in that aspect. He'd buy anything told to him.

In the end, all he wanted was to spend more time with just her. He jumped at the chance to join.

Where we goin'? He asks, nodding.