[As distant as his voice sounds she hardly believes he feels nothing about it, and she has no right to make this about her own emotions when they can hardly compare to what he must be feeling... but she can't help it; it's too much of a shock. She knows the dead can appear here, but to her knowledge she's never met anyone like that, and that it should be him of all people... She turns her face away, covers her mouth with a hand in an attempt to hide it, but... those are tears in her eyes, as much as she attempts to blink them away.
While before, there was no wind or snow here, in the eye of the storm, snow gently begins to fall around them. What was that he thought earlier, about him not being a concern of hers anymore?]