Igram got up and closed the door his mother had left open. He walked to the room where she was lying on the bed and took a seat at the edge of the bed.
"Mom, I am sorry," he whispered, getting no reaction from her.
"Please mom, I said I was sorry," he begged.
Fiona rolled her eyes. He still had his childhood antics and was not going to stop pleading until she answered him.
"Igram, I need to think," she replied, tapping on the bed for him to rest.
He smiled as he rested on the bed next to her.
"I will shapeshift you tomorrow when I regain my energy," she whispered. "Back to your real face and be mindful that you will never shape shift again," she explained.
"What?" He asked in confusion.
Fiona turned to face him and said, "You have not learned your lesson? What do you still want the shapeshifting ability for?" She asked with a straight face.
"Nothing, it's not like that," he tried explaining.
