Those memories feel so fragile, delicate like dragonfly wings, and there's that lingering fear, that if he reaches out for it, it'll break like so many others. But A-Yuan is here, and he remembers so many good things. Not the suffering or the difficult journeys, or even the hardships the Wens had faced just trying to get anything on the burial mounds to sprout and grow.

"Well, you've certainly grown up big, shot up more like a weed, than a radish, and-"

It leaves him feeling a bit fragile as well, a regrets he'd never thought he'd have in his youth had haunted him ever since, and just knowing even one good thing had come from it, that one precious person had survived, it was more than he could have hoped for. When A-Yuan clings to his leg, the motion alone is enough to jar loose his tears. Even so, he can't contain his wide smile, and gentle laughter as he reaches down to muss the boy's hair.

"And still childish in plenty of ways, I see. I'm glad I haven't missed it all."