From the kitchen, Rhysand listens to the sounds of his family gathered together: old liquor being poured, crystal glasses clinking, and his friends laughing in the next room. Feyre's bright laugh affects him most deeply, and as he stands by the window looking over the summer garden Elain has been tending, he reflects on how close they all came to losing one another.

Cassian interrupts Rhysand's private moment, arriving with Azriel in the doorway. Azriel brings Rhysand a drink, and Cassian teases him for hiding in the kitchen. When Feyre laughs again and Rhysand looks back at his brothers, Azriel quietly recognizes what Rhysand is feeling: that this moment of peace and togetherness is real after everything they survived.

Moved, Rhysand proposes that the three of them not endure such losses again for another five hundred years, and they clink their glasses together. Cassian jokingly asks what they will do until then. Rhysand considers the coming work of brokering peace, dealing with troublesome queens, and helping the broken world heal, but when Mor calls for them to bring food, the mood shifts fully toward celebration.

Feeling Feyre's joy down their bond, Rhysand smiles and puts his arms around Cassian and Azriel as he leads them back to the sitting room. Looking toward Feyre and thinking of the future vision she once showed him, Rhysand chooses gratitude over fear. He decides that until the future arrives, they will savor every moment of the hard-won life they still have together.