She watched him go, and turned back to Raymond only to see a raised eyebrow. It wasn't much of one, but there was a slight tic there, and Lhurriel was probably the only one who knew him well enough to see it.<br/><br/>"What is it?" She asked tiredly, following him as he led her out another way from the warehouse.<br/><br/>He hesitated, then glanced back at her. "Another admirer of yours?"<br/><br/>Lhurriel only scowled and shoved the back of his shoulder, trying not to smile. "So what? Are you jealous?" He chuckled, glad to see her back in her previous good spirits, and slung an arm over her shoulder as they, too, disappeared in shadows.<br/><br/>They made their way out of the city, to the top of a hill that overlooked much of the mass of buildings covering the land below. It was an unremarkable baby cliff, not able to be scaled from the side facing the city, and without much to boast, as far as vantage points went. The trees behind made it unlikely that strangers would come here; it was far off the main trade roads.<br/><br/>Those were also reasons why they - Amery, Raymond, and Lhurriel - had chosen it as another of their private spots, somewhere they could get away from their responsibilities and their lives for a moment. And where before had only been a patch of grass, now stood a plain, unadorned black stone. Lhurriel sat next to it, her legs dangling off the ledge, and Raymond behind her, both of them watching as dawn colored the sky in lavenders, blues, and purples. Distant clouds meandered lazily through the sky; a perfect morning, but without him. They had both buried a part of themselves in there, in his memory - Lhurriel, a pretty green scarf he had given her on their first meeting, and Raymond, the dagger that had pierced both of their palms to proclaim them brothers.<br/><br/>When the sun was high in the sky, both were gone - only the stone remained.