As they sat down in the living room, the warm warmth of home wrapped around them like a blanket.
Damon sank into the sofa, the tension and exhaustion of his recent journey fading away.
His mother sat across from him, her eyes full of curiosity and love as they began to catch up.
"So," she started, leaning forward with interest, "tell me everything. How does it feel to be the newest fighter in the UFA?"
Damon chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. "Honestly? Surreal," he admitted. "It still hasn't really sunk in. One minute I'm fighting.. for us, and the next, I'm standing in that cage with the world watching. But it's everything I've worked for."
His mom listened intently, nodding as he spoke.
Aoife smiled, her eyes got warm and her words became harsh. "You should have told me you were coming back. I would've cooked you a proper meal," she joked, crossing her arms.