Hilda wrestling with the door gives Blake enough time to shake off some of the rigors of the weather, doing what he can to right himself without fussing too obviously. He feels ready to blow over — not a new feeling — but having fought the wind the whole way, it's almost like even the solid ground is unbalanced. It gives a swaying to the world that he's happy settles once he finds a seat by Hilda.

"Jayden—" The name feels like it wants to stick in his throat. He reaches, taking Hilda's hand and slipping the watch into her palm. "Norman says goodbye." Not in so many words or even those words, but that he thought enough to write things down, to think of them both, is testament enough and proof that he cared.

He has the letter, which he sets down on the chair next to Hilda in order to cup her hand into both of his own. He hates that this is what's brought them together again, especially here in such a special place, but Jayden's sudden departure demands nothing less than expediency for fear of missing a chance to say something himnself.