*tightly* I find that it doesn't pay to be ambiguous around your kind, my lord.
*rocks Arandur in her arms, even though he's squirming harder to be let down, a little shriek of Mummy! emerging now and then* *crouches down with him so that he can at least stand on solid ground* *looks up at you, a warning light in her eyes (stay away from my boy)* I have met you before. You have spoken to me. I have a good memory for faces.