Eleven's head bowed, shoulders slumping with untold relief. He inhaled heavy, hard breaths for several long moments and clasped his hands to his chest, folded beneath his chin in silent prayer.

A prayer that the future Hendrik had seen remained unaltered by his time in this world, a prayer for that version of himself that had surely suffered, but managed to regain his spirit and earn his mantle, and a prayer to Yggdrasil, reaching for Her benevolence, an unending relief and gratitude for Her continued existence and blessing upon the world he so cherished.

His eyes opened wet with unshed tears, but with a slow, steadying sigh, he held together.

"..Thank you."