The lady looked as pale as the frost, and Bragi had to contend with two instincts — the first was to leave her be and give her peace. The second was to comfort. He supposed that the latter had won over the former, for Bragi did not just nod and smile and leave — he remained, receiving no obvious indication that he should flee. And perhaps his living presence would serve a small distraction...

"Thank you", he replied softly. "It was... my grandmother. But she isn't buried here. I apparated, and my mind's eye drew me here... I suppose because it's a place to dwell in our respect for those we've lost."

Bragi was too naive to fathom that not all those lost were respected.