"You were just trying to get me killed a few hours ago, so forgive me if I don't cuddle into your arms," I growled, but my mother just shrugged.
"That creature could not kill you, and she didn't even push you that hard. No one was even killed because she was too focused on you, and you rescued everyone. You know I don't have any choice in these matters. I love you, but I have to work against you to make sure that you keep growing," Nemoria said, and put a hand to my cheek, brushing over my beard. "You should really trim this; it is starting to get out of control."
I sighed and then looked away. I rubbed my chin and felt my beard was getting a bit long, but that wasn't important right now.
