Swiftcurrent Creek burning a kite; i'm at a funeral, nothing unusual

Daighre helps, surprisingly, and the den collapses easily beneath their combined weights — but slowly enough that the crash of dirt into the ground is relatively tame. It crumbles in stages more than anything else, until the ground has almost leveled out where the den once stood. A small mound marks the spot — with his mother somewhere deep below. Thank you, He says quietly, stepping back from the mess of dirt. His gaze finds Daighre again, silent for a moment. When he speaks again, it's with the same tone he's been using, though the words are rather different from anything he's said to the other male so far. I'd like it if you could stay, for a little while. We don't have to talk, or stick around here. In fact, he'd much rather leave — but he lets Daighre take the lead on that one, if he wants to. He isn't even sure the man will agree yet.