"Congratulations."

Is the first thing a weary Norrington says to Nerva, as he approaches her from across the courtyard. He is no longer wearing Templar colors himself, but rather the Templar symbol of old on a dark green background. Still, Nerva had found her path through turmoil so deep that he could only imagine.

If he himself wasn't feeling it himself. He gestured to the seat next to her, silently asking if he could sit.