Draiss stared at her for a moment, part of him coldly doing a quick but thorough sweep of her, ensuring there were no taints, lingering spells, or compulsions on her, the rest of him wondering why his mother looked so small. He knew, in his mind, that he had grown while she was 'dead', but he didn't realize she was the normal height for a human woman, while he had been tall. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a strangled croak, before he grabbed and pulled her into an embrace, quietly crying into her shoulder as he allowed himself to FINALLY crack from all the emotions of losing her. He quickly regained control of himself, before pulling back and smiling at her, and then stepped aside to let her in. "Hi mom. Been a while."