She hesitates for a moment, then wraps her hand around his. His hand is warm and scarred and big; it reminds her so much of James' hand that her breath catches in her throat.

Her son is alive, and here, and - it's awful that his magic has been taken from him, but he seems to be okay without it, and ... he's alive. Maybe it's not the best outcome, but it's the one that she has, and she's so happy she gets to meet him.

"I'm glad you told me at all," she says with a smile, giving his hand a squeeze. "Thank you."