[ Wash nods, setting the extra paper down beside his half eaten plate, hoping that it's clear enough to passerby that he's coming back so they shouldn't leave anything... maybe it'll work, maybe it won't, this is more important to him. He stands and helps Kyna up, then wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her towards her own grave. Which is surreal, honestly, but it's what they're doing. Maybe the contact won't make it feel as much like a death march.
When they get there he hesitates, coming to a stop just beside the slight rise of earth, lifting his free hand holding the flower. ]
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When they get there he hesitates, coming to a stop just beside the slight rise of earth, lifting his free hand holding the flower. ]
Guess I'll be right back.