Congrats Crichton, you might be one of the first people to ever see Siffleur look embarrassed. His eyes go big and his ears go up, then lie flat on his head. "My deepest apologies then, I shouldn't have assumed the hurt was slander, not the pain of seeing someone you miss dearly. I am sorry that she was taken from you. A mother is precious, especially one who has been a good Mother."

It does fill him with some disgust to know that someone was using the memory version of her to hurt him. He huffs softly. "What a disgusting way to abuse your mother's memories. Whoever did that deserves the worst kind of death. Your mother's love for you should not be perverted by others."

His mom... Siffleur smiles, as much as a cougar can. "My mother is a complicated woman, but she loves me dearly. She's clever and funny, cruel and quick to act, paranoid and protective and she always knows when to run and when to stand your ground. She's sick, so her mind is sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy, but I have never doubted that everything she does, she does to make my life easier. Before I came here, I hadn't seen her in five years and I worried that she was dead as well... but she isn't, and I am so grateful."