"My son… is that you?" Sulvan's mother asked, still disoriented by the whole situation yet aware enough of her surroundings to immediately spot her son.
He had changed. Drastically so, as he now looked like something that crawled out of the deepest depths of hell to torment his enemies, but—
"Mother… it is I," Sulvan answered, pulling down his hood and showing his mother his face, the smile on his face still visible.
The woman dallied no longer as she launched herself into her son's arms, her body trembling.
"My child… I… I thought I'd lost you… the winged beings… I thought they…" her words came out jumbled and rough, yet out of all Sulvan could hear, all he picked up were worries about… himself.
"Mother… don't cry." The First Apostle wrapped his arm around his mother, comforting her in his embrace. "I am alive. I am well. Now all will be well, for I am here," he assured, as the woman couldn't answer, merely holding her son for dear life.
