[ She is going to allow herself to laugh now. A real one, where she has to set a hand over her stomach because her mirth comes from the very core of her.

You're going to get a kiss to the cheek not long after, and she lifts the long sleeve of her top to hide her smile. Her eyes are still smiling though. ]

Is a mother not allowed to dream? [ Teasing you now, in the language you both know best. ] Am I not supposed to tell you that should the opportunity arise, I actually approve of the man who will be tasked to take care of you?

[ Alright, alright. You look flustered enough.

Dropping the coy Whisperer act now and reaching out to lay her palm against your cheek. ]

He is good to you. [ It shows, in the way your eyes light up when you speak his name. ] And I am glad that you both have more time, circumstances leading to it aside.