[ His head turns upwards once more to the snow fall. He may never stop looking at it. He had forgotten how quiet the snow was, how serene and beautiful. No doubt it's color and stillness lose its flavor after so long. Yet, it is a different kind of peaceful than he is used to. One that invites calm instead of the fear of not seeing a morrow.

An exhale comes from him despite the fact he is not physically present. ]

Too long has it been since those around me could laugh with such ease. Oh, they smile and they jest. They will go through the motions of joy and laughter in a way to reclaim what the feeling truly was. Those that now live have never truly been able to simply be in the moment. They fight, they preserver, they live, and they survive. Joy, however...

[ A smile spreads to his face as his gaze once more falls to her. His ruby eyes lock with hers even if she cannot see them. The hand made of crystal raises and rests on his chest. ]

You have given me the ability to remember something precious. And, I fully intend to share it with those who have made their home around the shelter I first introduced to them. [ His hand clenches into the details of his robes. ] Joy. Such a simple thing that we can often forget in the mists of war and struggle. Yet, you remember it with such ease, my friend. That is truly a blessing and a gift.

[ Which, of course, merely means he must give her something in return now. ]