Tears both his and hers, exhaust her. Seo mourns the future that he couldn't stop from coming to pass, lives he wouldn't be able to save. He mourns the Queen's suffering that he wouldn't be able to ease - and the burden of knowledge that he couldn't share with anybody else. Seol weeps for him, for the ache that she is unable to soothe, for the pain that is beyond her comprehension. With all her pure, simple heart, she grieves for his grief.
Seo isn't certain of the exact moment when Seol's eyes had fluttered shut, giving into the sleep that weighed them. He watches her with a particular expression, raising a hand to trail a finger along her forehead - brushing away the feathery locks that had escaped her elaborate hairdo. She doesn't stir.
