Though the man nodded his eyes were sad. Lucy had seen such pain and he realized there was little he could say to take it away. He knew that in his heart, he'd tried this many times before and even he himself felt this crushing reality often. Velaris had been such a beautiful place once before it had been attacked. And he had nine-hundred years of war at his back that made him feel nine-thousand.
"Then be all of the sky," her 'father' said with a small smile and a squeeze of her shoulders. "Be whatever it is you want to be. I'll help you get there; but don't feel like you've let anyone down. I'd say your parents are proud of you. You've come a long way for someone who 'just survives.'"
Rhysand then turned and held out a hand so they could resume their flight while they spoke. "The Cauldron is...an ancient artifact of great, wonderful and terrible, magic. It was used to create life. From the Cauldron everything came, all of the world and all of the creatures upon it. I've seen it. It cannot be destroyed, only kept safe from those who would use it to do harm unto others--when I left Prythian and came here I was in the middle of trying to steal it back from a wicked king." He sighed. "There is Mother. She is our most beloved and invoked deity."