The darkness of the night is soothing, but it's also lonely. Celehar is long familiar with the sleepless hours of the dark, and with the various methods of fighting it. This time, he takes to walking the pathways between the little buildings, dressed in his usual black now that the absence of the sun allows it without discomfort.

Then his ears catch the building sobs, and he hesitates. He's well aware of the desire, at times, for privacy when emotions become overwhelming, but to turn and walk away, even to grant privacy, is a callousness that ill settles on him.

So he stops, his attention tilting towards the roof and the curled form on it. Climbing it is... an effort that he reserves, for the moment. Instead he raises his gravelly voice. "... Need you company?" It's not quite so banal a question as 'are you all right,' particularly when the answer there is obvious.