Martha let out a soft sigh. If she had an extra day or two to prepare, that would set her less back on her heels, but she was anxious to meet this man. And she still couldn't believe that her little Japhrimel had actually mated with Sherlock Holmes, progeny of one of the most powerful of the First Bloods.

"I've missed you too, Japhrimel." She said, with full sincerity. No matter what he might have done or who he was mated with, he was her son, her only child with the human that she had loved and lost and grieved. "I do hope to see you very soon."