Gwendolyn shifted her tear stained face away from where she had burrowed herself and looked up at Cameron, her damp face flushed pink and her nose swollen. She tried to say<i>anything</i>— to thank him, to thank the Gods for him, to even just agree to his kind words of comfort. But to have that gaze on her, so familiar and non-judgmental only made the tears come faster. A small hiccup sounded from the back of her throat before she buried her face into his chest again, finally accepting the comfort being offered to her.<br/><br/>She cried this way, gut wrenching and wordless, for another few minutes, clutching to the man before her as if he were the only thing anchoring her to the earth. As far as she was concerned, he was. When finally, the sobs subsided and she was able to catch her breath, she looked up to him again, her face swollen, but the hysterical edge gone from her eyes.<br/><br/>“Would you... do you want to pay respects with me? They all rest now in the crypt. I laid Crisand down a fortnight ago.”