Undoubtedly she heard everything he had to say. Well, heard and listened. It was almost impossible not to. Even the disgusting blob that had threatened them both suddenly seemed not quite as important as getting to the bottom of what he was saying.

He was her son. She was his mother. In the future. What was he doing in the past? Why was he here? Was it all a sign? Was he the reason she had been brought to this place to begin with? Was it all... some kind of divine plan the gods had put together? Had she somehow displeased them?

There were too many questions and not enough answers and she wasn't sure he'd be able to answer them. She didn't even know what to address first.

"You're... m-my son?" she asked stupidly, and she knew it was stupid because he'd just said he was. But on the other hand, it sure did make her look at him closely, just to see if there was any family resemblance because that hair definitely wasn't hers.