His own eyes mist a little, and he smiles at her, warm and sad and fond.
"I'll do my best to make you proud, Pel," he whispered quietly, then reached out to brush a hand on her cheek, whisking the first tear away before it fell.
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His own eyes mist a little, and he smiles at her, warm and sad and fond.
"I'll do my best to make you proud, Pel," he whispered quietly, then reached out to brush a hand on her cheek, whisking the first tear away before it fell.