"Why son… what have I done to merit such a condign shiver unto me? I am your Modor, am I not?"
Once receiving a 'knifehand strike' towards her thick-skulled head, quite a precise attack that came from none other than her son… her totally embarrassed son… she finally let go of her sudden, and definitely rude, hug embracing someone she just attacked then met—in that order!—the towering and impertinent woman finally gave the conflicted witch some breathing space… looking baffled and looking no idea what was just going on,
"It's Mother!" snapped Adres, but then he sighed soon after, only now remembering if that was just how his mother was, "Well I… I'm sorry if that came out all of a sudden. Hope that didn't hurt you. But someone like you… I believe wouldn't get hurt by that meek attack, right?"
"O Adres, my son… hie thee hither!"
