The atmosphere around the cemetery was heavy. The amount of living people among the dead almost leveled out, not that she was counting. She watched as everyone started to mill around and talk about the different names and epitaphs engraved on the headstones. They weren't of importance. She held no ties to anything here. She wondered if she was supposed to feel some sort of tie to the men and women who laid buried in the ground. She felt out of place again.
One person who didn't look out of place was Logan. He'd started to wander off alone, and she followed. He walked with certainty, knowing exactly where he was going and she was curious. She didn't follow visibly behind him, and attempted to stay downwind. Stalking Logan wasn't exactly easy, even if she had done it a few times.
When he finally stopped a few graves and stood a while, she stopped behind a tree. Her hand touched the bark and she continued to observe him. She hadn't seen him do this before, so it was a curious display.