[s4e33] A Golden Homecoming -

He looked around at the flickering lanterns, the golden fields, and the faces of the people he had fought to save. For the first time in three years, the weight in his chest—the heavy, cold iron of duty—simply evaporated.

"Look at that," Elara whispered beside him, her hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen far too much blood. "It’s exactly how you described it." [S4E33] A Golden Homecoming

The first to see them was old Marek, squinting through cataracts at the dusty travelers. He dropped his bundle of kindling, the wood clattering against the cobblestones. He didn’t cheer. He simply took off his cap and bowed his head, a silent acknowledgment that the darkness had finally been paid in full. He looked around at the flickering lanterns, the