Silence fell in Runa's room as her gaze panned between her son and his supposed wife.
""W— Wife?!" she finally cried out, eyes bulging slightly, before pointing a trembling, accusatory finger at Erik. "You rascal! You dared to get married without me?! Your own mother?! Just you wait until I recover from whatever this is and punish you good!"
"And you…!" she continued, narrowing her eyes as she panned her finger over to Elora instead. For a moment, silence fell again as Runa and Elora looked in each other's eyes. Clearly, Runa was judging her supposed daughter-in-law.
Elora appeared calm, but there was an almost imperceptible tremble, that Runa mysteriously managed to pick up on, despite her weakened body and vision. Likely, it was motherly instinct.
"Oh~! You're nervous!" she then exclaimed as her eyes began to twinkle and her lips split to show her teeth. "That's good, because if you hurt my precious son I will rip you apart!"
