Barney currently has a black eye and a split lip.

While he hadn't exactly wanted to visit his parents' graves, he would have felt a bit guilty if he hadn't, considering he'd gone to Irvingly to visit Amelia's the day before. What kind of son would he be if he came all the way here and didn't stop by? Besides, Tamsin had suggested they walk over together and he couldn't very well have said no. So together they went, with him offering his arm to hold as they made their way over.

Now that they were in front of them, he didn't know what to do. Should he speak to them? To Tamsin? Recite a bit of poetry? He'd brought Amelia flowers and made a fool of himself–Barnabas certainly didn't want to repeat that here and in front of his sister no less. He cleared his throat and glanced toward her, hoping to take his cue from whatever it was she was doing.

Tamsin Skeeter