The path was much less troublesome than the one Tony had beaten himself with a stick, so he came to stand beside the rock animal feeling fairly pleased with himself, idly juggling the last few stones he had gathered and surveying the leafy garden that used to seem much more ominous. Without walls to climb or tall trees already grown there, the memorial plot seemed more open despite the thicket crowding the ground and leaning against the stones that Tony knew where there somewhere. He gave the animal's side a pat, and asked, "What's your rate? Should have asked before we started, honestly, that's on me, I'll work that out. You can go back to sleep now. If that's your thing. However you do that. We're good. Hey, Cal's up here somewhere, probably, you like him, this is great."

Talking more didn't seem to be the way to get the animal to understand. It huffed, and turned a slow circle, not sure what to make of this noise that Tony was insisting on, so Tony backed away toward Felwinter, still talking, "Yeah, great, good, fair point." It was still circling when Tony looked over and prompted, "You can thank me after we're done here, I'd rather a sit down affair, much more romantic."