Halsin being so present and involved in Reithwin, showing his love and appreciation and dedication through skillsets long buried but never forgotten - helping to build houses (you'll find him so often on roofs making repairs the joke becomes if you're looking for Halsin, look up), gifting refugees with furniture pieces he's made when they move in, cleaning out rubble and clearing spaces for farmland and aerating the land and helping in fields so things will grow, planting trees in wild orchards, digging wells, organizing for a school house and an infirmary that applies both magical and technical skill. He gets his library built, fills it with books, spends days foraging and hunting, he speaks with the livestock so they keep their spirits up, he helps wherever he can.

Being a part of something bigger, not the head of it. Helping and existing in a community like he hasn't in centuries. Knowing every name, delivering their children and their children's children, and watching with a full heart as they begin to thrive and celebrate and live. Watching entire generations grow. And the care he shows is reciprocated - the baker saves him treats in a basket from each morning's batch when they're still warm and staunchly refuses his payment. His clothes are mended and kept in good order. His wall is filled with drawings the children have given him over the years. He is gifted an album filled with pressed flowers when he lamented one year it was always a shame to see them go with the snow.

And every night he is exhausted, but in the way that is bone deep and happy - fulfilled and accomplished.