After a few moments, Ahmaht wiped his eyes. He wanted to at least mask his feelings to stay strong. He was always one to cry at death; even when he was a child he would bawl his eyes out when he would find a dead animal. He took a deep breath to steel himself and looked up. Larea seemed to be focused on the purple-haired woman's wound. Zel put his hand on top. Ahmaht sighed, putting his hand in as well.