Wandering in the courtyard on their own, the Marriage Monk looked around a few times, glancing this way and that, often pausing at weird times to admire strange things, like an old pot that was made out of clay and had a long neck that was used for storing water. Nodding at some spots, and frowning at others, if one didn't know better they would think that the Marriage Monk was a tourist walking through a museum, not someone who had just walked into someone else's home unannounced…
Although he had come after saying such melodramatic words, and even though he knew that someone's life was slowly fading away just a few rooms away, the Marriage Monk didn't move, and simply continued admiring the surroundings. When they finished visiting every spot in the courtyard, they simply started again, looping around, admiring each spot as if it was entirely new once more.
