She grumbles at him, lying propped up on a bed fit for a goddess, the softest, fluffiest pillows surrounding and supporting her, two of her handmaidens nearby, fussing over her, and scowling as Draiss arrives. Ama, at least, doesn't look upset at his presence, though he can get the feeling that the words 'you did this to me' are crossing her mind.<br/><br/>"So, what brings you around, at this hour?" she asks.