[ The way he waves his hand is an afterthought, the way the illusion that is bone-deep is cast over Adar once more, making him beautiful and altering him to the way he once was, is not. All the aches and pains seep away; the hair in the little one's fist thickens. ]

As reward for your part played in giving me my heir, while inside the walls of this wing you will look the way you did when he was conceived.