[By now Ai has filled him in on their situation with their family and still he wanted to see their mother, to wait for her to return to the apartment. As she approached her scent filled him up. It put him at ease.
He stands up as she comes closer to the apartment, waiting for her to take him in. He knew what she would find: he smelled like a Kuran, but he smelled different than that. He shared blood with his father, after all. He was someone she hadn't met yet but smelled familiar. It would be a shock to him in her shoes, he thinks.]
Ah, your... your umbrella will get dirty, won't it?
[He doesn't know how to act in front of her. It wasn't like Ai whose scent and blood sung to him. His mother was still his mother, however. He wanted to hug her and never let go. Instead he starts slow, moving to pick up her umbrella for her, folding it closed before he holds it out to her.]