*returns your smile with real warmth, one grateful thought (oasis) radiating from him more strongly than the others* Hey, Mom.
*looks down and raises an eyebrow at his son, who is now tugging hard to be released from his grip* *lets go so that Arandur can tear over to you and throw his arms around your legs, chattering happy toddler-talk at you a mile a minute* *grinning crookedly* Traitor.