In a way Ziio had expected it. But only in a distant, fleeting sort of way. How often had she held her son? Frequently, she supposed. She fixed his hair, set him about his day, for the most part she had always felt very close to him. Regardless of the past, of what Connor served to remind her of, she found herself only ever coming to adore him more with each passing day.

But saying as much or showing it in her face was a rare occurrence. Ziio was far more a subtle woman.

His embrace... That was not subtle by any means. Yet from the simple way he held her, it wasn't difficult to find that he had spent a good deal of time without her in his life. Not that Connor had clung - or the plans to - but simply that he'd made her absence to him well known, even without grand words.

"...I'm here now."

And though it may have felt slightly strange, her arms eventually came up to hold him, even with the way he slightly towered over her.