silver is the grip on the helping hand

He was still staring at her. Watching her expression, looking for any sign or annoyance or agitation. He still didn't understand. There was strength in family, in not being alone. It was why he had made a deal with her in the first place. But this… 


He swallowed, the unfamiliar emotions were painful. "I won't call you mum." It wasn't an agreement exactly, it skirted it without the words. And he wasn't ready to put such a title to her. Maybe he never would be. "I'll be denning with Delphi." What works the rules be? How would this work? Would she try to lay down the law, and rule him? He'd been independent too long now.