Hours have passed before Elena moves from her place by the water, a feeling of peace settling with her as she watched her little boat disappear among the others that spread out across the dark water. The sadness is still there, grief still clinging to her like a second skin, but the weight on her chest has eased, that pressure no longer taking her breath away with each resurfaced memory.

She has no idea what time it is, though it doesn't seem to matter much with so many people still about, including one whom she recognizes from her first days here. After a moment of debate, she approaches quietly, kneeling down again when she's close but not too close.

"Hi."