Rhoynar walked, the soft sound of crunching gravel underneath his feet. The bustle of the city echoed over the walls yet didn't seem to disturb the peace that settled in the gardens. The gardens stretched up towards his home, the height scaling into the sky above them, weather worn white walls glistening in the sunlight, windows twinkling as the noon sky neared its peak. Illinfer may have been irrational yet he felt her to be honest and true. He already carried a debt he'd have to repay. She was helping him far more than any other would have. Their journey across the ocean would prove to be tiring, difficult, and testing. In truth, he would have picked few others instead of Illinfer to accompany him. 

'Sire?' He slowed his pace, his expression confused. Brown eyes looked over her face as she turned to look to the ground, giving him the hint pushing the question now would be less than advisable. Instead he listened. His features softened, gripped with an empathy he only briefly understood. He couldn't envision the pain of such heartbreak; how she'd carried it for so long was a mystery to him. 

"My people-" He started. "We believe that although a life may have passed from this world. Their presence can be seen in the world around us." His gaze stayed on her whilst he spoke, his words grasping at a form of comfort he hoped she'd understand. Although their grief was shared, it wasn't similar. His brother had been lost for almost a decade, and his life had been torn from their own by a nature they did not understand, yet it wasn't what Illinfer felt. To lose a love; Rhoynar couldn't pretend he understood. Instead, he chose to try. "I see my brother in the morning sun. My mother sees him in the rain and the moon." Rhoynar turned his gaze upwards, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the brilliant light.  "My people, although our family leave us, we can take comfort in seeing them in the world around us. Perhaps when grief grips you in the night, you'll be able to see him too. You may not share our faith or our Gods, but I hope the thought brings you respite." Rhoynar passed her a faint smile, searching her face for any signs of comfort. His own eyes found hers, and lingered for a moment. His stare saw her pale skin, milk white compared to his own, the contours of her skin and the colour in her cheeks. Her eyes seemed deep, as if all the sadness she had faced lingered within. He swiftly shifted his look and turned along the path. There was comfort in her openness but a confusion in their exchange. He couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was the share in a common grief, or the feelings they'd both revealed.

"We should prepare. It's almost noon and the Second East changes faster than anywhere in the land your used to." Beginning the walk back once again, Rhoynar pushed aside the confusion he'd felt with suddenly sharing his own thoughts. "I would recommend you purchase clothes before we begin our journey. It won't be much time before the sun grows warmer."