He's said something... not wrong, but definitely something to make her quiet. Sam chooses to believe it's a good kind of quiet, a decision helped by how her head touches his shoulder, so he chooses also not to break that silence with questions.

The walk to the cemetery isn't short, but it is beautiful. The weather's perfect as usual, the faint smell of the sea mixed with flowery perfumes on the gentle breeze. Sunlight streams through the trees and open spaces, brightening their path edged with lush greenery and bright flowers. The birds sing and it's perfectly idyllic, making their silence natural and easy.

When they reach the cemetery, Sam gives Natalya's hand a squeeze again and lets her take the lead. He's only been here once or twice and not to take note of anything. He doesn't know where to go.