The sunshine that spills over the grounds that morning seems out of place. It doesn't reflect the grief of most of those that had stayed behind in the castle. But it's sunlight, not rain, that pours over the grass he steps on as he makes his way to her at the edge of the lake.
When he reaches her, he finds that he doesn't know what to say so they stay in silence until she whispers,
"We'll be okay, right?"
He knows, without really knowing, that she means more than the life they'll all have to live afterwards.
"Yes, we'll be alright."