Harry's eyes misted over again at River's words. He nodded once, then stood, quiet, as he considered the second part of what she'd said. "I think I knew that," he said finally. "But it's nice to hear it."
Then he stretched out a hand to River. "Tomorrow, then, grasshopper?" Then he shook his head. "No, not grasshopper." He ran a hand across his chin, considering. "Padawan." Yes, that fit better with her deadly grace and inner strength. "My young padawan."