As the three settled into the room, Kaelthara's sharp eyes darted between Lance and Aelyndra. A playful glint appeared in her gaze, and she leaned backwards.
"So," she began, her tone light, "when can I expect grandchildren?"
Lance choked on his drink, coughing as Aelyndra's cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
"Mother!" Aelyndra exclaimed, her voice a mix of exasperation and embarrassment.
"What?" Kaelthara said innocently, though her smirk betrayed her amusement. "Surely you've considered it. I mean, Aelyndra went through all the trouble of mastering her transformation techniques. It would be a shame not to make use of them."
Lance managed to regain his composure, his voice calm but with a hint of humor. "You're as subtle as ever, Kaelthara."
Kaelthara laughed, a rich and melodic sound. "Subtlety is overrated. Besides, I'm serious. Strong bloodlines are essential. With your strength and Aelyndra's potential, your children would undoubtedly be remarkable!"
