As he turns to leave, he notices a... friendly sensation; diametrically opposed to his own power, perhaps, but unquestionably not antagonistic. He has a feeling that his powers would be less potent here, ever so slightly, but, that makes sense; Helm's blessing would mark this as a place blessed by Law. Even as he watches, things seem to align themselves, a little more neatly, around the impromptu grave. Perhaps, in time, it will be a site of a monastery, but, for now, it is simply a memorial, blessed.<br/><br/>A few moments later, Tyra and Aviendha land, near him, the dragon opening her mouth to speak, but, recognizing the solemnity of the moment, keeping her silence, though she does bow low, to allow him to climb back on.