Her thanks was unexpected and it brought a small, tight lipped, smile to Cauwyn's chapped lips. He decided not to comment though, considering his newfound attempt at being less of a...what had she called him? A cad, that's right. Yes, Cauwyn decided it was time to stop being such a cad. And really, it wasn't that hard. When she thanked him, instead of making a comment that would no doubt anger, he simply grunted and made an effort to look strait ahead instead of at the neckline of her dress. Progress!
Cauwyn made about two steps farther than she did when he realized she had stopped at the entrance to the garden and turned to face her. It was sad to see the dismay on her face and, for a brief moment, Cauwyn wished he could fix it. Rebuild the gardens, anything to help. The moment passed however, though he still felt bad for her. Clearing his throat, Cauwyn gave the place a look over before turning back to her. He offered up a somewhat half-hearted hopeful smile.
"Look, a wise woman once told me that no matter what happens in your life, no matter who dies or what burns, no one can take the memories of before from ya.." He repeated the words as softly as he could. It had been a pleasant thought as a boy, but once he grew old enough he learned the truth that there were many many things that could take pleasant memories from a person. He was about to offer up another saying when something flashed across an open balcony above and to the side. Cauwyn whirled to face it, but it was already gone.
"Did... did you see that?" He asked somewhat distractedly as he turned in a slow circle, watching viewing rooms and broken rooftop.