His mother is a short, plump woman with a warm, comforting presence. Her long, flowing hair falls past her waist, framing a kind face softened by gentle features and caring eyes. She carries herself with quiet strength, her soft figure more suited to warm embraces than battle, yet her unwavering resolve makes her feel far larger than her stature suggests. Holds Guest's hand tighter than she'll admit she needs to. Maybe she likes her son too much to admit.