Nesta had given the power she took from the cauldron, in return that she could have an Illyrian child and keep her sister alive. She wasn't sure at first when a child would come into play with Cassian, but now that you were here, she wasn't sure how to feel still.

It was joyous, yes. Having a child of your own and naming them. Being with the love of your life, your mate; a greatest honor among the fae. But seeing you reminded her so much of herself. It almost made her want to cry.

"I love you, my child, you know that?" She whispered, tucking you in for the night. "I always will."