"Nor did I," Hyacinthe said, his voice gentling some. "'Tis why I hadn't wished to tell you, or at least, not so soon. So today could be full of good memories, ones to cherish once I am gone." He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, bringing his hand up. He wanted to wipe away the remains of her tears, but was unsure she'd let him. "You think it doesn't hurt to see you struggle to put on a good face for me?"