A'maelamin is sick. And I'm very glad his mother is here for him. But . . . I am not so sure she is glad I am here. This is very, very stressful. I've never had much luck with mothers, I suppose. What if she convinces him this isn't the life for him . . . with me? Rationally, I know she can't--I know he loves me, but he has a closeness with his mother I never had.
*despondently plops down on the sofa in Back End's sitting room and frets*