[ Gaunt just walks the beach with her for a long time, his footfalls soft, almost silent. His stealth training so ingrained now it has become reflexive. Sometimes, a moment is best when nothing is said at all. and so he moves on, the scarred old Ghost, accompanying the young Goddess, almost like an honor guard. Gaunt, for his part, is struck by the bitter irony of life that such youth and kindness is doomed to gutter out like a mayfly, while his own gritty, brutal life goes on, despite torture, brutality, and the loss of almost every beloved friend that he has made over the course of his campaigns.]