[ alfyn is just sitting at the corner of one of the benches around the pyre, elbows on his knees, hands together, forehead against his knuckles. he's not looking up, but he does seem to be talking quietly to himself as he stays there. against the seat next to him is his axe, blade cradled by the dirt and handle within reach.
his head turns, just a little, against his knuckles when he realizes that someone's joined him. but he settles back into a quiet prayer that he lets the crackle of the flames whisk away before he says anything audible. ]
... hey, Kate. Was just sayin' some prayers for 'em, and for us.
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his head turns, just a little, against his knuckles when he realizes that someone's joined him. but he settles back into a quiet prayer that he lets the crackle of the flames whisk away before he says anything audible. ]
... hey, Kate. Was just sayin' some prayers for 'em, and for us.