Lightly he holds his wife's hand till she had knelt down, then he himself kneels down. Aiding her with the hole and together they barry thier to be tree. Each holding onto the can as it provides the h2o the plant should need to make its life start a new just as they will soon enough, a grin spreads over his face when he stands taking her hand helping her up again escorting her. All the crowd yelling and wishing them happiness, "Thank you all for coming!" he says before they leave after Talia's own goodbye.<br/><br/>He brings her to a small shine about half a mile from the caslte, down three flights of stairs into a room where candles dazzled and flickered from hundreds of marriages past. Each was a black candle or pile of wax as a white flame danced and wiggled to what seemed to be the whispers of the past encoraging them onward. in the center a silver petastal held a three foot tall black candle with a gold unlit wick. Thier names carved into its cylender shaped wax in beautiful hand written coligraphy.