[Her smile widens, warmth radiating from her eyes.]

I'm glad. I couldn't do otherwise even if I wanted to. You mean so much to him. You know that, surely.

[Though the warmth remains, her expression fades to a mixture of sobriety and sincerity.]

For so long, he was... utterly lost to me. So near, right here in town, but beyond my reach. Were were so close, but then he was wrapped up in his studies, in his duties as a Chosen, in—

[Morena shakes her head, not wanting to speak of Mystra, nor of the hurt she herself felt as her only son drifted away from her. Said son's voice drifts from the front hall, along with the sound of the front door opening - she assumes Lena has taken her leave. She runs a finger delicately along the underside of her eye, pushing back tears welling there.]

It's like you brought him back to me, Astarion. You grounded him, kept his head from floating so high in the clouds of Elysium that he forgot everyone else below him. And I cannot thank you enough for that. To welcome you into our family is the very least I can do.