Yssil nodded at Aerta’s explanation “All right. I understand.” He stiffened at her touch, even though it was gentle, and turned his head to watch her warily. “He said so. I understand, because my mother is much the same. But this is still very awkward,” he said tensely, not wanting to outright refuse her, especially because she already seemed self-conscious about her mothering tendencies, but not exactly comfortable with it either. Although Yssil had to admit, Aerta was very skilled at what she did, as he felt his muscles loosening despite himself.