Dal thought he might just burst from happiness. Between Gabriel's strong arms around him and Gabriel's mother being perfectly motherly... So happy! He couldn't tear his eyes away as Mama Moreno moved about the kitchen, filling the room with her warmth and the delicious scents of her cooking.

When she brought the pot over to the table, Dal blinked at it. A home remedy? Looking from the ointment to Gabriel, he nodded before scooting his chair closer. "Did you get hurt a lot?" Dal was such a sheltered child, he didn't really have a lot of opportunity for the usual childhood bumps and bruises.