[SWE] Festival of Lights - 318 PC

He shook his head, looking down at his friend and co-ruler fondly. "I would do the same." It seemed less selfishness than mortal nature, to want to see those who were gone to Mort's Halls. He had kept his attention on the food stalls around them, the friends passing near and far, and Flora beside him - doing an excellent job of not looking at the family tiff going on a short distance away. Far enough that he couldn't hear the strange language, but not so far that he couldn't see the gestures and pick out the raised voices.

Her comment drew his eyes back to the two men before they went their separate ways, and he considered them without expression before glancing down at her blonde head. If there was humor in his eyes he hid it well as he gave a deep nod of his head. "Indeed." And whether or not it ran in the family, he did not say.

But then the lights dimmed, the lanterns winking out, and he saw his own fade from view as the Arclight water flickered and went dark. Eyes closed, he drew a slow breath in and then released it, a pang of loss swiftly quieted until he could grieve anew in private later. Raising his head, he saw who had been chosen and then turned away to give the Resurrected Sword privacy with his loved one. "Will you be returning to Torchline with Captain Barclay?" he asked quietly, feeling no inclination to linger much longer.