Loan with interest

As she figured, her son was quick to give her his permission. She had never thought he’d deny her, but he was her leader and someone she respected, so she wanted to ask him first. He asked that she tell him if she was treated discourteously as she allowed a sweet, gentle smile onto her lips. Hanzo was cold and reserved to most on the outside, especially if they didn’t know him, but he was her child, born from her very womb, and she knew his mannerisms intrinsically. His words were the same as saying “please be safe” and they warmed her chest. “Of course, Hanzo. Thank you,” she replied, dipping her antlered head in a regal bow before moving toward her room in the palace to begin to pack her belongings.