[ He holds her closer. Oh, he holds her so close that it might be seen as more of a couple hold then just him trying to care for her. To lose somebody who seemed to be another friend, and to go to his...

His...

He whispers it. ] My grave. [ There seemed to be none of his usual jovialness in that, as he placed his head on hers. A moment seemed to pass, as he held back his own pain. ] My apologies - we shouldn't spend this gift simply thinking of the past, should we?

[ He says, but he lingers forever in it. Haurchefant hasn't even noticed his own tears, as he pulls back a little. ]

...Shall I show you what passes for a Dragon in this land?