He knew the wave was extraneous, however it had become an ingrained gesture. Mordred watched as she walked over, marveling at how her grace stood out among such clumsy mortals, smirking at how they moved out of her way. She radiated power in much the same way he had come to realize he did, even among such a classless lot. Her beauty was unmatched,but he had always felt other women paled in comparison to her. Much as Mordred had avoided seeing her, he knew he could never fully stay away.
When she closed the distance with a smile, he felt strangely gratified. Mordred hadn't expected the hug, which he returned with an almost boyish glee that he couldn't really hide. Regardless of how history had interpreted her actions and motivations she was still his mother and affection from her could soothe even the most persistent of his aches whether he liked to admit it or not.
For all of his ability to see through her, Mordred knew that it worked both ways. Morgause was the only person who knew him for all he truly was; good, bad, or otherwise.
"Don't think I have, no." he answered cheerfully, waiting for her to sit as he shook his head.