Ultimately, Eliza’s patience reads like a practice of faith: in people’s capacity to grow, in ideas’ capacity to mature, and in the possibility that time given thoughtfully will transform mere endurance into something generous. On 16 November, that faith was not just a private stance but a palpable force, shaping the tone of rooms, the arc of decisions, and the small mercies extended between people. In watching her, you see patience not as a lack of impatience but as an active, discerning care that insists time, when used well, can be a craft.