Her hands lower from her mouth, fingers interlacing to make a humble shape over her heart.

"What mother could be displeased that her son has learned to survive?" She muses this, seeming very earnest about the subject. "But we would all prefer to have been there to witness it."

She doesn't really mean to say 'we,' but her emotions for the subject cloud her judgement as she speaks.

"It's a mother's greatest joy."