He leaned against Tyra as she knelt down, his head bowed with sorrow, before he suddenly remembered something, and turned back to the grave, sparing the presence a nod of recognition. "Since you beat me to the flip side, you will have to save me a spot by the beer, Borval."<br/><br/>He didn't explain his comment, that it was one of the few things he had been able to say to the paladin that had managed to get a response. He simply climbed up onto her back, into the small pocket he had made for Cerul, and leaned against the elf, all three of his companions able to feel that he was drained by the emotions of what had happened, and from knowing what awaited him. It took nearly an hour before he shook off his depression, and looked around, not commenting on his reaction to seeing his former ally.