Erisia froze, her lips parting in surprise. "W-what? In a few days? I—I'll be seeing your son?"
Seliora chuckled softly, clearly amused at her reaction. "Yes, dear. Why are you so surprised? Didn't you want to meet him?"
"I…" Erisia fumbled for words, her heart skipping a beat. "Of course I did, but I didn't think it would be this soon." Her fingers tightened around the quilt still draped over her shoulders, as though grounding herself.
"That's good then," Seliora said warmly. "I think you'll like him, though I'll warn you—Kealith isn't the most welcoming at first. He can be… guarded. But don't worry, he listens to me."
Erisia swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "Guarded… right." She forced a faint laugh, though her pulse was racing. "I'll… I'll try not to embarrass myself."
"You won't, just your face is enough to make up for any embarrassment," Seliora reassured with a chuckle, her tone softening with maternal warmth. "And even if you do, I'll be there to smooth things over."
