They would make their way from his cosy little den, and through the process of walking he would stay by her side. It was easier to push away his own emotions when he could think instead upon her own sadness. It was easier to be there for her then to face the consequences of his own sins. She would mention Hibiscus?s near the fall of the meteor and he struggled to remember. After all, at the time he had been half asleep and running on the excitement of their find. ?Maybe?? he allowed, even though he couldn?t quite call it to memory. Then her words would turn to the fragment he had found for his friend. His eyes would turn to her again, noticing the way she had spoken the words, and in turning he could see the sadness that threatened at the back of her eyes.
The loss of a child was no small thing, in fact the weight of it would perhaps remain with her for the rest of her life. These weeks, even months after would of course be the worse until she fully learned to live with it, but he had seen her smile? and now tears stood again within her eyes. As the sadness turned to sobs he would be there again, nosing gently into coat at the base of her neck and soothing soft words to her. Before she could fully come apart she would set of again, determined to get to the flowers she had spoken of, determined to make it to the grave. He dutifully set up a pace beside her and they would be besides the remains in no time. ?Pick her some flowers? he murmured gently, nudging her slightly with his head before he himself turned and made his way to the crater, where he set about searching for something in particular.
"Speech"
