When Mordred did finally appear she could not help but let her smile brighten. Her nephew was dear to her because of the blood that ran through his veins. She did not hide this, saw no need to, and thus always enjoyed his company. He was vital, and no one could outrun their fate.
"Granted dear nephew," to her the bow was a little much but old habits did die hard. "I must agree with your mother, you look ravishing." She pretended this meeting was no different then three members of a family meeting up in busy times. "You must tell me what it is that keeps you so busy, and if there is a who. I don't hear nearly enough of you."
Again, she smiled, not an expression that boded many good tidings. She looked up to the waiter and ordered something light before returning her gaze back to her family. "We really should get together more often. It's such a shame that we do not meet more often."