Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

Korbin listened quietly. He remained silent for quite some time, processing. Searching his own feelings for... something. There was sympathy, for the loss of a loved one, certainly. Understanding, of how kinship and family bonds would draw him here.

"I suppose our way of honoring the dead might seem tactless to you, considering how he died... but still. May he burn brightly." Having offered the ritual words, Korbin cocked his head aside in a motion that harkened to the raven in him. "Do you understand why we say that?" His tone had softened slightly, and gave Loren the chance to reply, if he indeed did know.

That matter aside... the youth shifted his seat. Pulled off a glove and made sure his clothes weren't getting wet; he was starting to feel the stillness like an ache in the bones. A first sign of getting chilled.

"Loren... you saved my life, earlier. If you hadn't intervened when you did, I would be dead." The matter of fact tone dropped even further, and Korbin's expression turned pensive. "If I were a warrior, I'd say something along the lines of 'my life is your's' and offer to protect you to pay the debt... But I'm not. Fact remains though, I do owe you a life debt."

He waited, to see how the man would react to this.

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.