You return to your mother

The trip back passes in complete silence.

And not just in silence between yourself and Nightwing. Wherever you walk with the dragon, you hear nothing - no birds, no squirrels, no bugs, nothing. It's almost as if her very presence scares everything around her into a state of absolute submission.

There is still silence between the two of you, of course. Your earlier interaction still hangs in the air - what must she think of you, now? It's clear that she has a rather low opinion of you.

After a rather long walk in excruciating silence, and with your legs in excrutiating pain, you finally arrive back at your home. You take a moment to rest, rubbing your legs to ease the cramping muscles.

"You humans are pathetic. That was a miniscule walk, and yet you're already exhausted."

"Nothing to do with humans," you inform her as you pull out the key to unlock your door. "I'm just not in great shape. Some people could do that walk ten times in a day and not be tired."

"Wonderful. So the human that agrees to help me in assimilating is a weakling."

You ignore her, and instead go right to your mother's side, grasping her hand as you do. "Hey mom - remember how I said I'd ask that dragon for help? I did, and she’s going to help you - just hang on."

Of course, she doesn’t answer. You stand back and turn to Nightwing, a glimmer of hope in your eyes for the first time in years.

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert == true}You don't even cast a glance at her breasts as she approaches{elseif Nightwing thinks you're a prude == true}You’re not even flustered or embarassed by how her breasts seem to perfectly mirror her movements{endif} - you're too focused on her face, trying to see what she's thinking through her inscrutable stoicism.

Nightwing stares for a good few moments. {if@ Nightwing thinks you're a prude == true}As she does, you finally take the time to examine her body a bit more closely. You find that she's quite attractive - large breasts, a large yet firm-looking butt, wide hips, and wonderfully thick thighs all cement that in your mind. You only look for a moment, however, as you quickly become flustered, and so{elseif Nightwing thinks you're a pervert == true}Your eyes wander again as she examines your mother, but remembering the admonishment you received last time, and so{endif} you decide to focus on your mother instead, watching every breath she takes with a mixture of dread and hope.

Finally, after several long minutes, Nightwing turns away from your mother and crosses her arms over her chest. You wait with baited breath.