Vis looked up from his tears at the sound of muted footsteps, then a face appeared in his line of sight, the star lady was crouched in front of him and held his scarf in her hands. He looked at her for a few moments, the whites of his eyes bloodshot and tears leaving trails down his face, he calmed his breath down and smiled sadly, his scar contorting to make people cringe if they saw it. He took both of her hands and brought them to one another, "keep ith," he said, his throat soar and hoarse and sounding as if he were speaking through nails, "thare are more thcarfs outh thare." he released her hands and he pulled his knees to his chest, waiting for her to leave so he could cry some more, he had'nt cried in a long time and he found the tears relieving, in a sad way.