Stone grunts and ducks his head to butt lightly against Ashford's shoulder, before going back to the simple lean. "None of us are supposed to be here, Ashford. You know I died of old age, before waking up here? Only person here who did, as far as I can tell." He'd been ready, finally, after generations and generations of children come and gone... and then here he was, "alive" again.

He huffs a little sigh, turns the lean into an arm all the way around Ashford's shoulders as they reach the church door and steps down. "Just get me back to the inn. I wouldn't mind a real nap, and not a being-dead-nap. And something to eat." That will probably help the nausea, right?