Last night hadn't had any room to worry, but even with her in his arms, snuggled up and almost purring, now he had plenty. And first and foremost was what her mother was going to do to him. Oh well, he had dealt with demonic kill squads, zombie armies, technological war machines, enraged magic users, and unhappy fae. What was one royally, righteously pissed off, divinely powered dragoness he really liked and respected compared to that?<br/><br/>Worse, whispered his own mind, cause now you have no chance to do to her what you did to her daughter? He told his imagination to shut up before it remembered Sapphire, and rubbed Meridia's side, not wanting to wake her up yet. He would deal with the issues when they came up.