The mountains would always feel like home to her, the only true home she had ever known, but in the months of her mother’s absence they had felt decidedly different. As if a piece of her was missing, but now as she felt the reassuring comfort of her warm body and felt her tongue fall across her forehead as it had countless times before shifted something inside of her. The world felt right again as if an unknown object had been lifted off of her chest. It eased too some of the loneliness she had begun to feel, a hole that had begun to open with her family so scattered finally beginning to heal.

At her mother’s praise Kalseru nearly ducked her head in humble acceptance, but the princess turned queen still had yet to master that ability and instead straightened her shoulders so she stood tall and regal as ever. It was high commendation coming from the ruler who had held the mountains for so long and through so much turmoil. “I had a very good role model, and large pawprints to follow.” A light smile graced her delicate features. Even as they spoke Kalseru’s moon-rimmed eyes continued to dance over her mother, trailing from her mouth to legs to her sides before jumping back up once more. What she saw might have been unsettling, it was a state in which she had never seen her mother before and for the first time she thought perhaps she had been lucky that she had not been able to see Daenerys immediately after the accident. More than that however it was to simple reassure herself that her mother was actually here, had actually returned and recovered and would once more be an active part of her life; for even though she was no longer the current ruler of the mountains it made her in no way and less a part of them.

At her question her gaze once again refocused on her mother’s familiar face which bore such a close resemblance to her own. “I have been well, mostly. It took some getting used to, finding those who I could trust and delegate tasks too. There was brief concern over some issues that had arisen between Iromar and Diveen, but they seem to have dissipated now.” It was perhaps not exactly what her mother had meant when asking the question, but it was the easier topic to discuss as she still found herself surprisingly self-conscious regarding the loneliness she had begun to feel. Even though her mother was the one person who might understand them the most, having loves lost but the young girl had not felt the emotion yet at all. Still she was coming to the age where she began to think she would like to have someone to confide in and curl up next to during the cold nights that were coming. Pushing back the thoughts however she continued. “How are you feeling? And how is.. how is my sister?” She knew sooner or later she would see Nymeria and worried perhaps at the awkwardness of that conversation, having taken what had been promised to her for so many years, but it was a bridge she would cross when she came to it.