Mary can't help but stare for a second at the sight of the scar on his face, but she quickly tears her eyes away. It's rude to stare.
She mentally files it away though, as another piece of evidence that her husband's home might not be as amazing as Godfrey is prone to painting it as in the face of Steven's silence on the matter.
She doesn't know for sure that he got that in the Boiling Isles, but it looks like an old scar.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"An owl?" she repeats, a smile on her face and a repressed laugh evident in her voice, "Did you at least actually see it? Would hate for you to have woken me for nothing."
She sits down on the couch a few seats from him, sitting the staff across her lap and folding her hands on top of it.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"Perhaps we should actually introduce ourselves, yes? My name is Mary, Mary Riley."
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"Mom?" a voice calls from the stairs, and Mary sighs, and stands up, holding up a hand for a moment to tell Valor to wait.
Issac meets her at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing tiredly at his eyes.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"What's going on? I heard something on the roof, and then you talking to someone-"
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"Just go back to bed sweetheart; you have school in the morning," she says, trying to turn him around. If Issac finds out there's another witch in the living room, there's not a chance in hell she's getting the boy back to bed. The curiosity would eat him alive.
Issac, for his part sighs in frustration and dodges her trying to turn him.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"Mom, I'm not a little kid anymore. Please, don't try to baby me. Who are you talking to down here?"
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"You'll find out in the morning," she says emphatically, "you need to sleep for school."
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"So do you," he mutters, "besides I wasn't really completely asleep before. And falling asleep is hard..."
This kid is going to kill her. He's as bad as his father about this. Steven seemingly can't get to sleep unless he works himself to exhaustion. Can't shut his mind off, and Issac is just the same in ways that terrify her. But getting real, proper sleep should help him feel better.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"Go to your dad," she settles on, putting her hands on his shoulders, "try not to wake him, but I know you sleep better when you're not alone. And I'll explain first thing in the morning, alright?"
Issac is silent for a long moment, violet eyes searching over her shoulder like whoever she's talking to is going to appear in what of the mudroom he can see through the doorframe.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"... fine," he assents softly, "but you should sleep too, Mom."
He heads back up the stairs, and Mary watches the stairs a moment even as he leaves sight before she goes back to their guest.
。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚"I'm sorry about that," she says, sitting back down on the couch, "teenagers can be... difficult."