Ocean's Breath Plateau sky flier

you are making a fool of yourself, red leaf.
she retreats fully now, swiftly dragging herself away, hobbling in the direction her son had gone. she cannot bring herself to look at chakliux, she cannot bear the burn of rejection, the embarrassment!
what man aside from cen would have her? she was soiled, ruined, sundered; she had failed as a wife, failed as a mother, and now it came back to truly bite her as if she had not already paid enough.
gathering herself, stiffening, shielding her face behind the glare of moonlight so that perhaps he will not notice the hurt written across it. i appreciate it, she murmurs, but i am his mother. he has been through enough. i will-- i will speak to you later, chakliux. i hope you enjoy your gift.
and if she is not pursued, she will stalk swiftly in search of her son, forbidding herself from sparing a glance back toward the seal hunter.