I half expected to land in the empty plane right then and there, wind knocked out of me in a deep exhale of relief as Max delivered us into the basement of my house. Not that I wasn't up for the challenge or anything-sure, Syd, keep telling yourself so-the sight of Mom standing there, waiting for me, was almost enough to bring me to tears.
Almost? Okay, so a few were involved, but I hid them in her hair when I stepped forward and into her arms.
She held me a long moment, a solid rock, my rock, not speaking, her power saying everything she needed to say. When I finally pulled away, I felt more stable, less likely to fly apart, everything Fate told me kind of hitting me in one big blow.
But yeah. I could take it. Just watch me.
Intros all around, Mom didn't miss a beat, welcoming the drach to our plane, even graciously ignoring Ameline. Instead of, you know, beating her to an undignified pulp. Mom amazed me with her restraint.