He carries her to the festival. On his face isn't an expression of pride or amusement, but just a watchful and protective look in his eyes. He always had, even when he was just a kid. "You think so? The only thing I've learned while I was at war was how to survive." He shrugs and continues, "It's different when you fight a great number of experienced fighters. It's almost impossible to get out without a scratch." He sighs. "I did things that I'm not proud of while I was there." With there he means the war that seems to be bothering him a lot lately. He then looks at her mother who watches them as Relina mentions her and smiles.<br/>When they get to the place where the music is playing and several people are dancing, singing and drinking he finally puts her down on the ground. He missed these cheerful moments a lot. It was fun to see the people enjoying their selves again. Of course, the soldiers with who he spend many years did drink and sing but it was always about war, death and how much they missed their family. After a while he looks back at Relina and asks if this still happens every year, like it did before.