Lysandra gently cupped Elrian's face, whispering with a voice that seemed to cradle his spirit itself, "Your choices, your path, and your destiny are yours to weave, my darling. Whether they culminate in realms celestial or echo through tales untold, your essence, your spirit, and your being will forever be cherished and celebrated within these humble walls, within our hearts."
In their words, there existed no expectation, no silent plea for grandeur or triumph, merely a pure, unadulterated love that sought to offer solace amidst the inevitable tempests that awaited their son upon his chosen path.
