They had never been particularly close, but he got the impression that she felt a need to look after him, as she did with everyone in her life. That was her role, after all; at least nowadays. Back in the day, she had put up as much fight as the rest of them, but that was before she had become a mother. It was clear for anyone to see that she had an overwhelming amount of love to give. More than she could bestow upon her husband, or even her seven children.
Now, in the lead up to the second war, she was becoming the homebody of the Order. The worrier. The comforter. The… No, he mustn't be unkind. She could be as stubborn as an old boot, but he knew that she only had his best interests at heart.
She didn't approve of his relationship, of course; that much was obvious. Endless questions regarding when he was going to "find a nice girl and settle down" could be extremely tiring, but he tried to remain polite. Her efforts to set him up with women he could only ever see as friends were unwavering, but a change of subject almost always set her off track, at least for a little while.
He already felt settled down. He couldn't see himself ever wanting another, even if the other man was "damaged goods", as he so often referred to himself. He had spent almost a lifetime loving him, and was finally happy, and no amount of disapproving glances was going to change how he felt.
And then, one day, his whole world was ripped apart. Torn to shreds. He was gone again, forever this time; there was no getting him back from where he'd gone. And she was there, with open arms, and a warm bosom. And all disapproving thoughts were forgotten; her only concern was to shower him with as much love as she could muster.