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Gren shook his head gently. "Wrapped like that, it's not mine to eat..." he said, walking over and placing a warm hand on MacPere's shoulder.

"It isn't as though she can eat it... And... My appetite hasn't appeared so..." He stood and walked to the bar, placing it down upon its counter. "It would be best if it didn't go to waste..."

He walked back to his table and took up the liles, fussing over the petals once more. "Gren... You really don't have to come with me if you do not wish to... Stay... Socalise... Smile..."

A shy smile, fingers fiddling in his pocket. "I really don't deserve you... And, my hair in previous years..." He slid a photograph from his pocket, holding it out to Gren, face-down. "I'm sorry that it's one of my wedding... It's aall I could find."

He turned to the door with a faint wave to Azana and Sosol, opening it and exiting.

Azana sat on the stairs, just out of sight of the trio, and stared off into space, feeling the swirl of emotions on the floor below. Gren's solemn but loving comfort, Sosol's twinge of guilt and helplessness...and of course, the old but long from faded pain in Eli's heart. Her eyes closed of their own accord, and she fought to hold back her own tears, memories of her own congruent emotions floating up from the depths of her mind.

Sosol felt Azana's presence and tilted his head, wondering why she hadn't made herself known yet. It was her business, though, and he vanished to the back room to pull out a couple more bottles, noting what was running low...

As the two left, things calmed down emotionally but the memories remained. With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet, a little shaky but otherwise showing no signs of what had happened. She descended the stairs, noticing Sosol had vanished to the back room, and sat at a table, resting her head on her folded arms.

Sosol emerged a couple minutes later, putting the bottles away before walking over to the resting operative. "...Azana...can I ask you a favor?"
"Mm? Wacha need, 'Sol?" Azana asked, looking up at Sosol from the table.
"You...you have empathy, right...?" He asked, though it was more of a statement than anything else. "...Can you...project emotion...?"
"Theoretically, yes...I've never tried. Why?" Her head lifted from its spot as she quirked an eyebrow.
"Just now...with those two...I couldn't do anything, say anything, to help." Sosol said, mild anguish in his voice. "I...I've never felt grief..."
"...and I have. You want me to call that up, so you know what it's like?" Azana said, her jaw tight. "No. Sosol, grief is serious...incredibly so. You won't know it entirely, even if I show it to you."
"...sorry...forget I asked," Sosol said, ready to walk away when he felt a firm grip on his arm.
"I understand...you want to help. That's alright...but do not wish for grief just to help others through it...there's enough of us already qualified."

Sosol looked over, surprised at how quickly they returned. "A lot of...? Oh...that's not a good sign," he said, heading back behind the bar and looking for the fullest bottle.

"I'm assuming it didn't go well," Azana said, resting her head on one hand. She gave a sigh, pushing aside her little trip down memory lane and stretching. "Then again...there isn't much 'well' about a trip to a cemetery..."

Erik stretched his arms, he was ready to take it easy. Vale looked around the room. "Like I've been saying, I'm ready to kick back and take it easy." Vale smirked. "There's not much else we can do, but it is good to be back." She said. Once again, they were in agreement.

"Thanks...really, I'm more worried for him, than me." he siad, tapping the top of a bottle of cream soda. "She's made it prefectly clear she doesn't approve, and that's fine, but I don't appreciate being used against him for anything."