she cries a lot but its fine

The Exarch saw her often in the Crystarium's gardens, strolling aimlessly among the trees. She'd sit beneath one with her pet spriggan -- Hydaelyn knows how it reached the First -- as company, and bathe in the uncorrupted sunlight she'd restored to the world. And how he longed to join her.

"You may not remember Ala Mhigo after Baelsar... but I do. And no matter how much they may scorn me, being adopted and cared for by our conquerors, I will still fight for their freedom and security." -- zaniah to lyse, after a mob gathered at their arrival.

"Listen to me, child. You must never use those magicks again. You are a healer, a conjurer. The aether you wield must never again come from the thaumaturgic arts, do you understand?" -- zaniah's grandmother halima

"Through gates long closed the Warrior of Light and her companions passed, entering at last a city whose history was written in blood. In the midst of the Dragonsong War they came—three weary travelers whose arrival would set in motion great change… Though none knew then how great… "