Mm. So do I. Still, I've never had a pretext...never been able to convince myself it was worth it.

Reul is sits unmoving, unbreathing...busy elsewhere. Morla...matronly, I've heard. Matronly, assuming your mother was disturbing. [He peels his lips from his teeth in a sort of smile.] She cherishes her loyal subjects. You won't come to any harm so long as you don't try to attack her.