Bab 419: A Gentle Reminder

Call Mom. 

The obvious answer staring me in the face that somehow I couldn't see. A speed dial away, the solution to this whole predicament just shuffling about in my pants pocket. 

Why didn't I think of it? Really, I should have been the one to suggest the idea, considering circumstances… and yet, I didn't once consider to even think of her. Why didn't I?

"Terestra…" Irene glanced at me, a distinct, palpable weight to her stare. "Calling your mother, it's… it's an idea, but, if she couldn't help us with the Blight before, then surely, for this, well," She looked uncertain about the prospect. "Could she?" 

That's right. There's a reason she couldn't just magic away all our inconveniences with a quick simple flick of her wrist.