"Saints, isn't she just?" Sean asks, practically enraptured by the sight of the two of them together. He'd been a little concerned, honestly, finding himself remembering clearer than ever before all the bittersweet feelings that seeing her with Madeline had always brought on, but this is completely different. There's nothing complicated or oddly painful about any of it, it's just right, maybe because it's no longer some unattainable dream that he dare not acknowledge. It's all actually happening this time. "Certainly didnae get that from me. An' she does, too, listen to her jabberin' away at ye. She ne'er did that f'r me."