Halea puts two fingers to her temple, smiling with her eyes closed. Silas looks up at her from the side, expectantly. The grave continues emitting smoke behind them.

Halea: Goodness, I think I ADORE that horrid little owl...

She turns to Silas.

Halea: Please fetch my cloak, Silas.

Silas turns to reach for it.

Silas: You're leaving already?

Halea walks away from the gravesite as Silas grabs her cloak from the ground. From above, a flock of shadowed birds look down, watching them.

Halea: Would you rather I stay a bit longer?

Silas: I mean... you don't NEED to. But it would be nice. It's boring as hell up here.

Halea: Oh? I haven't ENTERTAINED you enough, have I?

The birds above them are hiding in the branches, looking worried.

Halea: Well, that's the CHARMING thing about being me. I certainly don't HAVE to leave.