Aderyn watched him quietly as he rubbed his ring finger and talked about her mother. There was so much in his expression as he answered; regret, sadness, love, loss. Aderyn reached out and took his face gently in her hands, awkward because of the angle they were strapped into their seats at, and she ran her fingers over the creases in the skin near his eyes. Smile lines. She returned his sad smile, her hold on him lingering. "You're such a lovely man," she said gently. "Are you happy?"