A nickname that isn't entirely applicable anymore. As miraculous and strange as his recovery was- the lingering ache that she shared to ease his passing (that did not come to pass) didn't exist any longer. She will have to think of something new. Of all her concerns in the time since his mending it hasn't crossed her mind- if only due to her part being done.

Felix is well, he no longer has need of her. Untangling the knot of emotions that coiled around the glimmering thread of 'patient' and setting it all aside takes time and thankfully? She has been granted that.

Even with the distance his training offered it still warms her to see him walking about. To see him well, with warmth and color and life. Even if she's had no hand in his recovery in truth, she cannot help but be pleased b him doing well. Her smile is softer, smaller. Reserved compared to what he's seen before. He is no longer dying- that changes everything. "Felix- did you send the scouts out to find those for you?"

He truly cannot be so well as to be able to make that walk on his own just yet.