A smile formed on his mothers lips as she gently lay a hand on his shoulder, looking like she was going to say something more, but a third voice made her pause and glance over.

At first her expression was confusion. "Do I know you...?" she began.

Her brown eyes narrowed as she seemed to see something, and she left Laharl's side to step closer to Vyers, looking at him closer, especially his eyes.

Then something seemed to dawn on her. Recognition began to form on her face.

"Beloved?" she murmured softly, peering up at him a little closer, as she approached him.

Meanwhile, it had taken Laharl a moment to even pick up Vyer's presence. He glanced to his father meeting his gaze, shaking his head with a vague shrug. Laharl was clearly at a loss to explain. It could only be just how this place worked, right?

Clearly, however, he most definitely was seeing the same thing. That much was certainly apparent, as his gaze drifted back to watching his mother.