[ It's hard for her to pull back. The only thing she wants is to hover close, to press herself into him and weep until she can't possibly weep any more. Instead, she breathes through the sensation, closing her eyes and trying to gather herself back together. She has to be strong right now. Her heart hurts, but there are others who need her... She has to look forward, not back.

She looks up to him, and nods. ]

Y-yes, that would be fine.

[ She swipes a hand across her lashes, catching the tears in the lacy fabric of her glove, but in the same moment she feels something hitting against her hat, and she frowns— all Fontainians recognize the feel of raindrops— eyes tracking briefly to the sky. ]

Are you crying for them too? [ It's a murmur, not entirely meant to be heard. ] Then I won't say the usual words. Someone should cry for them.