[Lif always has been good at reading her moods. He presses when he's curious, and backs off when she needs him to. It's an ebb and flow like the ocean, and Lif meshes seamlessly with her. It's been like this since they met up again after their deaths, and she's pleased that it hasn't changed even now.]

I will, then. Those are stories my shield-brothers will want to help tell, I'm sure. We'll recount his tales soon, I'm sure.

[And Kodlak's too, and every shield-brother of theirs that has come before. Lif is one of them now, and he deserves to know their history as well as everyone else.]

Thank you.

[It's simple, and it feels like she should elaborate, but Aela's not even sure where to begin.]

...For everything.

[Too simple, but it gets the point across well enough. Lif has done more for her than she can ever truly express, and the fact that he hasn't let go of her shoulder isn't lost on her. Perhaps—

Hah, no need to get ahead of herself.]