Arms are slow to wrap around but he does hug his Nyx back.
“Mother.” He squeezes her gently. “Hello, I hope you’ve been well.”
“Greetings, brother mine.
How do you fair?”
“Pardon?”
Confusion resides within dark eyes. “You’re getting married?”
“Rather curious of you to agree but I suppose you’re right.
A rather unassuming form.” Hand returns back to his side.
“Other than causing terror, what else has been going on as of late.
My duty has kept me away and busy.”
He snorts in amusement.
“I have not seen mother in some time, perhaps I might enjoy being smothered. If only for a moment.”
