“When you spoke among the chaos of the High Farrow throne room and everyone listened, I saw her spirit in you then, and I saw myself too. Dear Faythe,”—he took a step toward her, and she didn’t flinch as his hand brushed her face—“I am so proud of the woman you have become despite all that was kept from you, and I know your mother is smiling at us now. We may not have the past to reflect on, but the present is all the brighter, the future all the more hopeful.”
