[it lands on the shoulder of rin's uniform, and despite how small the pinprick of moisture is, it draws compassion from her. she's an awkward, motionless weight in irisviel's arms that's squeezed as the older woman will hug her. but eventually—gingerly—rin brings up her hands to place them against her elbows.]

Miss von Einzbern...

[what should she do? she can't refuse this. it would be impossibly rude to just push her away. if irisviel upholds her as some kind of replacement for illya, how can she abandon her without disrespecting the small body she buried? it's more than that, of course. irisviel is emotional and wise in a way rin isn't, yet. she's perfect. her logic checks out. no one could beat down a determined mother who fights for her child. rin would be the same sort of mother.

what should she say?

at a loss, rin tries to reassure her, in a very tender voice.]

—Miss von Einzbern. It's fine. I've grown up since then, and it's been many years.

[then and there, she decides she won't tell her illya has died. what monster would?]

Save up your hugs for your daughter, when she also arrives as a Hero.