[How she'd love to hug him now, just for a moment. He's different to the boy she bedded, what feels like almost a lifetime ago, but still Leonel, and a part of her will always think fondly of him. Love him, a little.

The words bring comfort to a part of her that's been quiet for a long time. Something, somewhere, eases, and she feels herself breaking into a wide, true smile.]

That's wonderful. Leonel, I'm so glad. I'm glad for both of you. Truly, I couldn't be more proud. You're welcome. You've done so well.

[She extends a hand to him, open and unassuming. At the very least, a handshake?]