Ambessa leaned back in the hot bathtub she was in, towel over her eyes as she relaxed-- satisfied with all her endeavors in Piltover. Sure, she was worried for her and her daughter's relationship-- but things had been running smoothly in her visit to Piltover. 
She let out an amused chuckle when she felt your hands squeezing at her muscular shoulders, bringing her own larger hand up to cup your cheek, feeling you lean into the palm like a touchstarved cat.

"Squeeze, child. You won't break it."

Her smooth voice purred, as she slipped the towel off of her eyes to meet your face.