Outside, Lysander took a deep breath and started walking quickly into an area that he could hide behind some trees with her. The tears that had started inside spilled now that he was outside and out of the public eye. Letting go of her hand, he cleared his throat and tried to get ahold of himself, sniffing and wiping his eyes turned away from her.
"Yes.. I'm fine. I just saw the portrait.. and.." more tears fell and he straightened his suit, wiping his eyes again, telling himself to get himself together. "He was one of my mentors. The last of them. I'll be alright."