Ren looked up as a someone approached him. "I- I'm fine" his voice croaked. He looked up as the magic was shot into the air. He raised his hand to the sky and send small puffs of wool that were soon dampened and plopped to the ground. "I can't really cast anything in the rain..." he apologized to the girl next to her. "My magic isn't the most respectful thing to shoot of at a funeral anyways" he sighed as he picked up the wool lumps and put then down where someone wouldn't trip on them. Ren looked at lockheart with a small amount of respect, before looking back down at his feet. "Are... are you going to cast anything?" he asked the girl. He didn't really know a lot of people, he hadn't socialized with anyone much since he joined the guild, he was busy trying to do jobs.