Patience nodded in agreement. To her it was both eerie and beautiful, comforting because of the way it hugged the earth and the trees and the houses, but it clouded things too, made them harder to see. And then there was the way it tingled your skin a bit when it was thick, with drops of water. "If it was morning, I'd probably go for a little walk in it," she said, smiling. "But it's the end of the day, and I think I've done enough of that."
She was quiet for a moment, then. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, maybe because of the fog, which made everything quiet seem easier. But when Chastity spoke again, she looked over. "Yes, he did," she said quietly, remembering. "I could make them again, for his deathday."