Nathaniel almost never cries. It's just the sort of family he grew up in, the non-crying sort. But now his eyes mist, and his smile wavers.

"A vision. Radiant. Confident. Joyful." He reaches for her gloved hands to hold them for a moment, his grip just a bit tight.

"When I first met you, about a decade ago, I saw so much of myself in you. You were so angry. Forced from a loving family into a life where you had no home, no nation, no friends. Your family wasn't even allowed to know if you were alive or dead, for so long. You were really just as orphaned as I was. And I took it very personally, somehow. I used to think I was teaching you how to accept your new life and become happy as a Warden, but that isn't how it was. All I ever did was give you a perch to land on. You took off flying on your own. You taught me happiness."