Jane's eyes cut instantly to the wobbling piece, eyeing it suspiciously before she finally returned her gaze to her son. A part of her - the far more distant part - wanted to push him a little further, see what had made the piece move. Another part told her that she was being ridiculous and kind of cruel. He was her son, even if he acted like he really didn't like her.
She lifted an eyebrow. "It wasn't just criticism. I just thought that those pieces needed more thought before they were put out on display." Never mind that no one else had thought that. "And it was never my intention to upset you." She was actually a little surprised that she had done as much. She didn't mean to upset him or dishearten him. She'd been asked an opinion and she gave it.
Turning to face Ethan properly, Jane frowned. "A little more 'motherly'?" she asked, briefly thinking that maybe they should take this somewhere that wasn't public, but she couldn't bring herself to change the subject. "If you'd maybe been a little more careful with how you told me certain things then I might have reacted differently. I often thought you were just trying to antagonise me, Ethan, and that's not a great feeling. And don't you tell me that I'm not motherly. I've taken damn good care of you."
She had a temper like her son's, sensitive and quite volatile. She didn't make metal things shake, though. "And it might not be entirely your fault, but you could have tried to contact your father and I. The very least you could have done was not ignore us."