Mikhailis held the umbrella over Elowen as they made their way back to the main group. The rain continued to pour around them, yet he walked calmly, his demeanor light and casual as if this were a completely normal stroll. Elowen watched him from the corner of her eye, his expression unreadable but not unkind. He didn't question her, didn't ask where she had gone or why she had been kneeling in front of a grave. Instead, he hummed softly under his breath, the sound barely audible over the rain, as if to reassure her without saying a word.