There's no pillow in the world softer than your mom's lap… no blanket warmer than her arms. You can be grown, battle-hardened, and too proud to admit it, but the second her hand runs through your hair, all that weight you've been carrying just melts away.
Leon wholeheartedly believed in that saying. It was only a few hours of sleep, but it was the best he'd had in a long while. Even the sleep he had in the dungeon couldn't be compared to this quick nap.
It was so peaceful and comfortable that he didn't even want to wake up. But he knew it was uncomfortable for his mother, even if she would never say so, so he had to wake up on his own accord.
This woman would rather suffer herself if it meant he could be comfortable. So, he had to take care of her.
In the evening, he woke up in a fresh and good mood. The guilt was still there, but it couldn't affect him now. As his mother had said, he should just help more people if he still felt guilty and he was going to do exactly that.
